Crash Davis Quotes

Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days. Crash Davis Bull Durham

The Doctor (Matt Smith): Legs! I've still got legs! Good. Arms. Hands. Oo! Fingers. Lots of fingers. Ears. Yes. Eyes two. Nose. I've had worse. Chin. Blimey. Hair. I'm a girl. No no. I'm not a girl. And still not ginger. There's something else. Something important! I'm- I'm- crashing! Ha ha! Geronimo! -Doctor Who

He has me pinned on my back in record time, his mouth crashing against mine as we frantically devour one another. “Awesome speech,” he murmurs, pushing my sweater up and planting his hot mouth against my equally hot skin. “Very motivational.

energy on responding and healing instead of reacting and struggling. Mindfulness can help you stay present with the pain by riding it like a wave. That wave of pain will peak and then naturally dissolve on its own as it crashes on the sand.

It was very dark. Cassius boldly crossed to a window and threw back a shutter; it dropped off in his hand. He cursed as the heavy wood crashed to the floor, leaving splinters in his fingers and grazing his leg on the way. “Frankly,” Helena decided at once, “this seems a bit too elegant for us!

Physical deprivation and hunger are one thing; the poverty of the mind and psyche is quite another. Crashing Costco to find bulk beans and rice is not the same as flash-mobbing for Air Jordans and iPhones. How odd that our cultural elite and our dependent poor are somewhat alike, in a symbiotic relationship in which the latter guilt-trip the former for entitlements, with the assurance that the top of the pyramid is safe and free to fritter about far from those they worry about. No wonder those in between who lack the romance of the poor and the privileges and power of the elite are shrinking. We are entering the age of the bread-and-circuses Coliseum: luxury box seats for the fleshy senatorial class, free food and tickets for the rest—and the shrinking middle out in the sand of the arena providing the entertainment.

are right, but they’re coming from somewhere I don’t want

constantly urging them to ever greater speed. All the villagers had survived such storms before. They could taste the friction on their tongues, feel the hair standing away from their bodies, as if the earth were quarreling with the sky. The storm lasted two and a half days. Below them in the valley, the sand boiled and rushed, like a nightmare river. The Valley of Megiddo was filled from one end to the other, north to south, east to west. The sand was the color of old rust, and the noise was fierce. A howling dominated the world and did not stop, not to draw breath nor to let them sleep. Sand rattled against the doors, fistfuls of grit tossed upward like froth from a crashing wave. The dust settled everywhere. Abigail bathed Dorcas, and before the child was dressed again she would be covered with sand as fine as milled flour. It was in their food and in their water. It clogged their nostrils and filled their ears. They took to wearing their shawls wrapped around their faces even when indoors.

She had learned from an online news site that his name was Carter Davis and that he’d suffered a terrible car crash just a few weeks ago.

the walls of the cabin burst outwards in a sheet of flame. Logs were thrown high into the sky, spinning end over end before they crashed back down to earth

The former Director of US Navy Science and Technology Development had just told me he was read into a secret program involving crashed UFOs, alien spacecraft, possibly even aliens. I took a giddy pause to gather my thoughts. I recalled what Dr Eric Davis had claimed – that the US had so far failed to re-engineer the craft it has recovered – and then I asked, ‘Are you able to confirm to me that the US has been trying to develop recovered alien technology?’ Kobitz gave the question careful consideration. ‘Yes, I can say that’s so.

Analysis shows that most long-term successful “losers” have a few things in common. They get moderate exercise, they don’t skip breakfast, they don’t go on crash diets, and, importantly, they focus on low-fat diets (Shick, Wing, et al. 1998). Yes, many low-carb diets show better initial weight loss, but what we should be focusing on is the long term. After all, do you want to be lean for six months, or for the rest of your life?

The crash in value of Mobutu’s currency Mobutu was forced to re-denominate the currency in 1993, with the ‘new zaire’ worth 3 million old zaires; the Congolese franc, launched in the summer of 1998, was worth 100,000 new zaires, or 300 billion of the original currency. Agriculture and industry under Mobutu On Mobutu’s agricultural plans and their disastrous results, including data on crop yields and farm output, see Young and Turner (1985). On the ideas behind the grand infrastructure plans, see Young and Turner (1985). The poor performance of the Maluku mill is examined in United Nations (1989). On the ongoing discussion and politics around the grand infrastructure plans – in particular the Inga dams – see Gottschalk (2016).