Leyton Quotes

But how to soothe souls inflamed by the intense torment imposed first by childhood experiences almost too sordid to believe and then, with mechanical repetition, by the sufferers themselves? And how to offer them comfort when their suffering is made worse every day by social ostracism—by what the scholar and writer Elliot Leyton has described as “the bland, racist, sexist, and ‘classist’ prejudices buried in Canadian society: an institutionalized contempt for the poor, for sex-trade workers, for drug addicts and alcoholics, for aboriginal people.

A year before Wenger’s appointment, Leyton Orient manager John Sitton had been the subject of a Channel 4 documentary that recorded him threatening to fight his own players in a famously bizarre dressing-room outburst. ‘When I tell you to do something, do it, and if you come back at me, we’ll have a fucking right sort-out in here,’ he roared at two players. ‘All right? And you can pair up if you like, and you can fucking pick someone else to help you, and you can bring your fucking dinner, ’coz by the time I’ve finished with you, you’ll fucking need it.’ That was the 1990s football manager.

Yet if I am not mistaken we are likely to be there well before Lord Leyton - well before even your little squadron...' 'What the Devil do you mean by my little squadron? It is a perfectly normal squadron, rather large than otherwise. Two ships of the line apart from Suffolk: a fifty-gun ship, two considerable sloops of war . . .' 'Hush, hush, Jack. Never fly into a passion, soul,' cried Stephen, seeing that his friend was seriously annoyed. 'Sure you must know after all this time that we use little as an endearment - a meliorative term, as one says my little Puss to a handsome Amazon that weighs fifteen stone in her shift.

Thus we find the source of our new multiple murderer primarily among the ambitious who failed - or who believed they would fail - and who seek another form of success in the universal celebrity and attention they will receive through their extravagant homicides.

graciously held them for her and even convinced her to change into the newer clothes so she could donate her travelling clothes. She disappeared into another room, taking Wisteria with her. “How do I look?” Amanda asked as they re-emerged. She

1990. “LIFE REVOLVES.” © We’re a product of changes Life was created by changes Leaves a mother’s womb For a changing world Leave the world of change Into earth’s womb Came from mother womb Returns dead to mother earth Woman and man create us. Then we create a family. Life begins at the first breath Loose the last breath at death. Lived first with a mother Then lives with a woman As lover, wife and mother. Trained by our parents Then teach our children. Life continues revolving

We’re shapeshifters, women—beasts, but everyone likes to hush that up.

Everything is pink and blue balloons, baby bumps, and fun Instagram announcements. I hate this cuteness. It glosses over the profound physical and psychic risks, trespasses, and burdens I’m taking on by carrying you.

You have taught me that vulnerability is all. It is where everything stunning and worthwhile happens.

Tick, tick, tick—my body just keeps making you. My brain can’t catch up.

Kent Teague, without whom we could not have saved Leyton Orient.

Leyton Orient Football Club (LOFC) acquisition and revitalization of, 81–82 assembling the management team and board of directors, 168–169 authoritarian culture, 157–158 engaging in dialogue, 118 English Football League system, 159–160 the history of, 158–159 long-term management planning, 166–167 overcommunication after the purchase of, 204–205 public criticism of management, 166 relegation, 163–164 sale and resale of, 160–168 team building after the acquisition, 212

I don’t know if I wanted to buy the English soccer team Leyton Orient Football Club (LOFC) because I loved it so much or because I was so distressed by how it was being managed

For me, it is and has always been Leyton Orient. I can trace the roots of my passion to 1959, the year I went mad for football. I played, not very well, at my school, Buckhurst Hill County High.

Do you recall the tale I told you of our first meeting, Imp?' Prince Oberyn asked, as the Bastard of Godsgrace knelt before him to fasten his greaves. 'It was not for your tail alone that my sister and I came to Casterly Rock. We were on a quest of sorts. A quest that took us to Starfall, the Arbor, Oldtown, the Shield Islands, Crakehall, and finally Casterly Rock . . . but our true destination was marriage. Doran was betrothed to Lady Mellario of Norvos, so he had been left behind as castellan of Sunspear. My sister and I were yet unpromised. 'Elia found it all exciting. She was of that age, and her delicate health had never permitted her much travel. I preferred to amuse myself by mocking my sister's suitors. There was Little Lord Lazyeye, Squire Squishlips, one I named the Whale That Walks, that sort of thing. The only one who was even halfway presentable was young Baelor Hightower. A pretty lad, and my sister was half in love with him until he had the misfortune to fart once in our presence. I promptly named him Baelor Breakwind, and after that Elia couldn't look at him without laughing. I was a monstrous young fellow, someone should have sliced out my vile tongue.' Yes, Tyrion agreed silently. Baelor Hightower was no longer young, but he remained Lord Leyton's heir; wealthy, handsome, and a knight of splendid repute. Baelor Brightsmile, they called him now. Had Elia wed him in place of Rhaegar Targaryen, she might be in Oldtown with her children growing tall around her. He wondered how many lives had been snuffed out by that fart.

Do you recall the tale I told you of our first meeting, Imp?" Prince Oberyn asked, as the Bastard of Godsgrace knelt before him to fasten his greaves. "It was not for your tail alone that my sister and I came to Casterly Rock. We were on a quest of sorts. A quest that took us to Starfall, the Arbor, Oldtown, the Shield Islands, Crakehall, and finally Casterly Rock . . . but our true destination was marriage. Doran was betrothed to Lady Mellario of Norvos, so he had been left behind as castellan of Sunspear. My sister and I were yet unpromised. "Elia found it all exciting. She was of that age, and her delicate health had never permitted her much travel. I preferred to amuse myself by mocking my sister's suitors. There was Little Lord Lazyeye, Squire Squishlips, one I named the Whale That Walks, that sort of thing. The only one who was even halfway presentable was young Baelor Hightower. A pretty lad, and my sister was half in love with him until he had the misfortune to fart once in our presence. I promptly named him Baelor Breakwind, and after that Elia couldn't look at him without laughing. I was a monstrous young fellow, someone should have sliced out my vile tongue." Yes, Tyrion agreed silently. Baelor Hightower was no longer young, but he remained Lord Leyton's heir; wealthy, handsome, and a knight of splendid repute. Baelor Brightsmile, they called him now. Had Elia wed him in place of Rhaegar Targaryen, she might be in Oldtown with her children growing tall around her. He wondered how many lives had been snuffed out by that fart.