I didn’t go to school for illustration. I did larger pieces, mostly drawings and paintings, and minored in video, but when I moved to N.Y.C., I didn’t have a studio space anymore and downsized to my desk and started illustrating. I started a greeting card company and sold cards all over the city.
I used to mow grass and sell Christmas cards and shovel snow in order to raise the $25 to go to Boy Scout Camp in Osceola every year.
My cards and flowers always got rejected on Valentines Day.
I felt when I was gambling that the house always wins, and it was always like, how can I become the house? But when you’re a band, you are the house because you can write the songs, you can wear your own clothes, you can pick where your show is. I can choose my own cards, basically.
There’s no way that that our military power will not erode if a robust American economic revival is not part of the cards.
What I would like to do is make sure every primary school child has a library card, so where parents don’t get their children library cards, we’ll see if we can get schools to step in and make sure that every child has one.
Citigroup, Bank of America, and JP Morgan Chase should not be permitted to charge consumers 25- to 30-percent interest on their credit cards, especially while these banks received over $4 trillion in loans from the Federal Reserve.
I use debit cards for everyday purchases, as I don’t believe in credit cards. But this has caused problems, especially with American touring, because I refuse to have a credit card – and in America you can’t pay for anything on a debit card.
We don’t have titles on our business cards. No one really gets any special treatment. No one gets a corner office to put pictures of their family and their dog in.
When we won the title, I received gifts and cards, bottles of wine, and Champagne. When I was sacked, my house was full.
A guy who’d cheat on his wife would cheat at cards.
It’s my job to make sure that the people I’m gonna team up with for my music see everything that I’m about: Put all my cards on the table and don’t make them guess.
I love watching ‘House of Cards.’
I’ve enjoyed working on the TV series that I’ve worked on, in particular something like ‘The Wire,’ where there was so much time to tell the story and develop a character. I learned from that that it’s best not to lay all your cards on the table straight away.
The Allman Brothers Band has a long, storied history and I wouldn’t count them out. It’s just not in the cards for me.
You can’t go around the theatres handing out cards saying, ‘It isn’t my fault’. You go onto the next one.
You have to play the cards you are dealt and if it has made it harder, it doesn’t matter, you still have to get the deal done.
I am terrible at cards.
There is perhaps no more rewarding romance heroine than she who is not expected to find love. The archetype comes in many disguises – the wallflower, the spinster, the governess, the single mom – but always with one sad claim: Love is not in her cards.
Sometimes I think, ‘Maybe I could have a drink or two.’ But then I think about it, and I just don’t want to. It’s just not in the cards. I know what I feel like now that I don’t drink. I know what it feels like not to be hungover, trying to put my legs on.
What you’ve got to do is recognize that you don’t control everything for a start, you’ve got to play the cards you’re dealt, the hand of cards you’re dealt, as best you can, and that’s what I always seek to do.
The president doesn’t hold all the cards. The cards are evenly split up!
I don’t believe in cards. I believe in cash. I’d carry gold if it wasn’t so heavy.
You have two pages, that’s the whole credit card agreement. The terms are clear and flat and easy to see so anyone can read them. So you could lay four credit cards in front of you and say, ‘Oh, that’s the one that has the highest rate, that’s the one that has the really scary provision that could hurt me.’
On a personal note: I have contracted an outstanding case of breast cancer, from which I intend to recover. I don’t need get-well cards, but I would like the beloved women readers to do something for me: Go. Get. The. Damn. Mammogram. Done.
I feel older than I really am. It’s because of the cards I was dealt.
It’s certainly strange to do sketch comedy with cue cards at midnight in a skyscraper as opposed to in a basement with your friends.
Sometimes you’re doing really well, then, after three or four years, everything inexplicably crashes like a house of cards and you have to rebuild it. It’s not like you get to a point where you’re all right for the rest of your life.
At various stages, ID cards have been necessary to protect us from terrorism, illegal immigration, and benefit fraud. But former home secretaries, academics and senior figures in the IT industry have lined up to demolish each individual argument.
My early years as a ‘speaker’ involved note cards that shook like a leaf while I held them because I was so nervous.
I need to have the soul bank full as well as pay the credit cards and have a roof over my head.
I can juggle, not well… I can balance a broom on my chin. I can do very simple carny tricks, a little sleight of hand with cards and coins.
When I look on my mantelpiece and see these cards wishing me a happy 100th birthday, I can’t believe it.
We keep a woman in prison for decade after decade at a cost of $60,000 a year, and then give them $200 when they hit the gates for release. And, adios. People have to get their IDs, Social Security cards. They have to get clothing, housing, apply for benefits and services, and it’s impossible to do with 200 bucks.
I squirrel away sealed greeting cards that people give me so I can open them later when I’m having a bad day.
We come across thirty or so hurried graves with makeshift wooden markers. ‘Private Edwards, E.’, a number, and that was all. Fourteen days ago he was alive, thinking feeling, hoping… If war was a game of cards, I’d say someone was cheating.
