Aus / Off Ausruhen / Chill Einmal / Once Fast / Almost Gewissen / Conscience Jahre / Years Karosserie / Body Mehr / More Moralisch / Morally Schlecht / Bad Wachsen / Grow Werfen / Throw Zerbrechlich / Fragile
Customs form us all, our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed beliefs; are consequences of our place of birth.
I sit astride life like a bad rider on a horse. I only owe it to the horse's good nature that I am not thrown off at this very moment.
My constituents feel betrayed by the promise that Reagan made, that if we grant amnesty, we'll then secure the border. We obviously didn't do that.
A man is no less a slave because he is allowed to choose a new master once in a term of years.
I don't worry about chemicals. There are enough chemicals entering my body through all the fizzy drinks I consume to worry if my lip balm is 100 per cent organic.
Almost any fault, sin or crime is considered more leniently if there's a touch of class involved.
Once in a while, when I'm alone, I think about my age. I think, 'How many more years do I have on this earth?' But I can't really conceive of dying.
Being a celebrity, you can remain a child for ever, almost. You get away with more; you can get too pampered and it's not healthy.
'Authoring tools' are terrible; there is almost no software that can create closed captions for media players. And of course there is no training. TV captioning is bad enough, and this stuff is generally worse.
