I love magic. Like, ‘pull a scarf out of your fake thumb’ magic. I have a legit bag of ‘Magic Stuff’ in my garage.
A fun pair of earrings is basically the finishing touch to any outfit; a nice watch is both practical and decorative, while the perfect unique bag is not only eye-catching but also timeless – it can be passed on to future generations.
Sometimes I wish I could just take a lightweight bag on the plane but instead I’ve got to make sure I’ve got all my medical stuff. That can become a bit boring.
When I go to bed at night, I wear a sleeping bag. And for a long time, I wore mittens so that I couldn’t open the sleeping bag.
The word ‘improv’ always makes me feel a little anxious because I always feel like we’ll have to pull props out of a bag and find 800 different ways to talk about a stick, the way you do in theater school.
My number one thing is to recycle everything from newspaper to aluminum cans, and I even use a canvas bag instead of the plastic ones when I go to the grocery store.
I can’t stand having a messy purse, and it makes me anxious to watch other people dig through their messy purses (especially if it’s an expensive designer bag! Don’t treat your Chanel like a trash can).
Just get a bag and drop a dream in it, and you’ll be surprised what happens.
I always have either nuts, Luna bars, or fruit in my bag. A pack of instant oatmeal is also good to carry because it’s a quick, nutritious meal you can make almost anywhere.
I would run into the corner store, the bodega, and just grab a paper bag or buy juice – anything just to get a paper bag. And I’d write the words on the paper bag and stuff these ideas in my pocket until I got back. Then I would transfer them into the notebook.
The police had already found the cartridges and the rifles and the bag in the Texas School Depository and within a half an hour, those facts were known.
Pack lightly. If I’m anywhere a week or less, I carry on. I can fit everything I need in one small bag! And I pack small, mini liquids so TSA doesn’t make me throw anything out.
I pay attention to the sun. I’ve worn sunglasses while I play, for years, and apply sunscreen. No matter where I’m playing, there’s a rain suit in my bag, too.
I didn’t cry much after I was 35, but staggered stony-faced into middle age, a handkerchief still in my bag just in case.
In my third husband I had discovered a blissfully laid-back type who thought it nothing less than hilarious when I misread the map on the way to Wales, so it took us an extra three hours, or when I was sick in a plastic carrier bag during much of the drive back from Devon – a bag that turned out to have a hole in it.
I was showing up at the studio all the time with no bag, being like, ‘I don’t want to have a backpack. I’ve had backpacks my whole life, and I’m a grown man now. I should have something better.’
I hate the hand that comes out of a car and just drops litter in the street. I hate that! For some reason, it just fills me with fury! It’s just utter laziness, lack of interest in other people, lack of interest in the planet, in the hedgehog who might eat the plastic bag, it’s a lack of concern.
I loved growing up in a little town. I loved knowing people. I loved going to the store and running into people. I loved going into the store and having forgotten my bag, saying, ‘Charge it, put it on my bill.’ I loved going to the gas station and saying, ‘Pete, fill it up.’ I loved that continuity of life.
If I see a roll of Bubble Tape, a bag of Haribo Gold-Bears or a pouch of green-apple Big League Chew, I’m eleven again.
Living out of a bag, in hotels, packing, unpacking, travelling, the hours of flying, sometimes the credit card doesn’t work at the hotel, or the room isn’t ready – I’m lucky to have a team around to help me.
The first time I flew after September 11, I honestly was a little paranoid. As I was going to the metal detector, I was looking at my duffel bag, and I’m like, ‘Do I have anything that’s like a weapon?’ I was really paranoid they were gonna find something sharp, and I was gonna get in trouble.
My left eye went when I was young. I was working the speed bag, and some steel went in the eye and scratched it to pieces. I was kinda blind in that eye.
Advertisers with their bag of goodies and promotions have entered classrooms and begun to put up billboards and posters inside schools. They persuade cash-starved schools into opening their doors to them by paying for access to classrooms and space for their advertising material and promotions.
I have the comedian’s fear of bottles flying. I’ve never been bottled off, but I have had things thrown at me. Bag of crisps. And there’s still a part of me, when I sit in an audience, that thinks people are going to start heckling the play.
I love unsalted almonds, especially if I’m about to do a photo shoot or compete. There’s no mess, and they’re so easy to pack in a little Ziploc bag to take with you. It’s my number one go-to snack!
I’m a big guy: I look like a linebacker, you know? But no one cares, really, that I’m educated. I have a copy of ‘Fire Next Time’ by James Baldwin in my bag. I have an Ibsen play in there, too. I have to walk through this world with that duality all the time, that I live in two different worlds.
I was the person who had a 10 lb baby on my arm called my purse, and now that I have a crossover bag it’s stupid. I realize I need my wallet, my phone and my lip gloss – that’s it.
Marriage is like putting your hand into a bag of snakes in the hope of pulling out an eel.
There’s a deli around the corner from my office where I’d get a bag of chips with my sandwich, and I was hiding them under my sandwich because I was embarrassed. When I had this epiphany that I was hiding the potato chips from myself, I realized there was an opportunity there.
I’d go to the farmers’ market in Santa Barbara, and I’d put out my guitar case, and I’d test out these little ditty songs that I would write, and I would get a couple of avocados, a bag of pistachios, and, like, fifteen bucks. That was a lot of money for me.
I don’t know how to plan my way out of a paper bag.
In Manhattan, my go-to bag is a black L.L.Bean tote it never looks dirty!
That’s so romantic, to wake up and find that he’s packed a bag – and that for the next 48 hours, everything is taken care of.
If you don’t want fries with your Happy Meal, you can switch it for a fruit bag or a portion of carrot sticks. I think that is the sign of a progressive business.
‘Bag of Bones’ was a big, distorted yet wonderfully entertaining novel that rode high on the bestseller lists in 1998.
You might as well ask why a middle-aged man with no criminal record might put a paper bag over his head and rob a bank. I acted out of personal desperation.
I wear and have worn scarves my entire life while traveling, working out, and now sometimes while performing, and not just on my head – I wear them around my neck and on my bag.
Purchase items that can be made into several meals, like a whole roasted chicken, or bag of sweet potatoes, and shop the periphery of the grocery store, avoiding the middle aisles full of processed and higher-priced foods.
We now live in an era where everybody is rich, and for some reason, everybody has a $20K bag. It is great to have those things, but I want the people who follow me to feel inspired and not jealous. Once you figure out your overall message, then you can push forward.
I’m a terrible grocery shopper. I hardly ever do it. And if I do, there’s never more than three things in the bag.
I missed my entrance in a production of ‘Blade to the Heat’ at Thick Description in San Francisco. I came into the scene very late and hugged the punching bag. I had no idea what to do! Unfortunately, that mishap was recorded for archives at UC Berkeley. It goes down in history.
I love fashion magazines and style magazines and when I’m travelling on an aeroplane I always have a big bag slung over my shoulder, which is full of magazines.
For six years, I kept my five Olympic medals wrapped in a plastic bread bag beneath my bed.
Town meetings are not bean bag. I’ve had hundreds of them, and sometimes folks get upset. And that’s part of America, part of our process.
Preachers at black churches are the last people left in the English-speaking world who know the schemes and tropes of classical rhetoric: parallelism, antithesis, epistrophe, synecdoche, metonymy, periphrasis, litotes – the whole bag of tricks.
If you’re only trading on looks and your body, that’s only going to go so far. But that was never my bag. I was always about the whole package.
You look for the way something is built. You see a Prada bag and you look at the stitching at the back. If it’s a fake one, then they make it really cheap. If it’s a real Prada bag and I will look at it, I will count every single stitch and make sure they are exact distance apart.
I always carry snacks in my bag. It’s a good habit to have now that I am a mom.
I’m an addictive person. If I open a bag of sweets, I won’t just eat one or two, I’ll eat the lot. If I go and play on my computer, it won’t be just for an hour, it’ll be for five hours.
I believe I’ve got the best of both worlds – a modern man with old fashioned values. I’m happy to be a house husband but won’t let my wife carry her own bag.
Reading a Lydia Davis story collection is like reaching into what you think is a bag of potato chips and pulling out something else entirely: a gherkin, a pepper corn, a truffle, a piece of beef jerky.
