I believe that people, regardless of their station in life, should be able to sit down at a table to a meal – inside away from the heat and cold, the rain and the snow.
My diet, my regime, the whole life I have on the road has always got that little bit of stress because I’m always afraid I’m going to get a cold. And it’s just such a nightmare when you got a cold or an irritation and you have to do a show.
The song Dakota was first written in Paris. I was doing a promo trip. It was snowing and the hotel room was really cold and boring and for some reason I just had a go of the guitar and the song came pretty quick.
Since the end of the Cold War, America has been grasping left and right for an identity.
World’s use is cold, world’s love is vain, world’s cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.
I am not expecting anyone to feel sorry for me, but when friends ask how it feels to be a debut novelist who has also been long listed for the Man Booker prize, I have to admit that my response has confused me. I am so overwhelmed, so delighted, so honoured and so surprised, I have come out in a violent cold.
I make no apologies for not being very outdoorsy and for not really enjoying the cold.
I think tights make a comeback out of necessity every season: you can only go so far with naked legs in the cold! You’ve got to protect yourself. I remember going to a fashion show and saying, ‘And it’s okay if I wear nude tights with this?’ to the designer, who looked at me like I just killed his dog or something.
American power remains today what it was in the Second World War and the Cold War: the greatest force for freedom in the world.
‘Call Of Duty’ initially cut its teeth on World War II simulation stuff, and then we gradually advanced to the end of the Cold War, but you can’t keep doing the same thing over and over again. And I think that because ‘Call Of Duty’ cut its teeth on presenting ‘realism,’ in quotes… verisimilitude.
In particular, Kissinger was a key player during a transformative period of the imperial presidency, in the 1960s and ’70s, when the Vietnam War undermined the traditional foundations on which it had stood since the early years of the Cold War: elite planning, bipartisan consensus, and public support.
So with the end of the Cold War, it became increasingly obvious that there was no basis upon which any decision was being made, not in the White House, and certainly because of that, not in the Congress.
On the morning, Daddy and I get up at six o’clock because Christmas trees must be bought in the dark. We walk to the other end of town, as the big harbour is just the right setting for buying a Christmas tree. We spend hours choosing, looking at every branch suspiciously. It’s always cold.
I live in Harlem, New York City. I am unmarried. I like ‘Tristan,’ goat’s milk, short novels, lyric poems, heat, simple folk, boats and bullfights; I dislike ‘Aida,’ parsnips, long novels, narrative poems, cold, pretentious folk, buses and bridges.
I’m recovering from a cold. I’m so full of penicillin that, if I sneeze, I’ll cure someone.
Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air.
I’d love to knock an audience cold with one note, but what do you do for the rest of the evening?
I’m a very unhealthy person, and Montreal is very cold, and I’m usually sick when I’m there.
A library is thought in cold storage.
The war against terror is every bit as important as our fight against fascism in World War II. Or our struggle against the spread of Communism during the Cold War.
My mother persuaded me not to pluck my eyebrows when I was a teenager – right now I’m so grateful I never did! She also taught me to pour 2 kg. of salt in my bath whenever I feel swollen and tired – and to end it with a cold shower. It does wonders.
My beauty tricks revolve around eyes. For the early morning shoots, I pop eye pads in the freezer the night before, and when I take them out in the morning they are already cold and active and are great under my eyes. I keep my eye pads right next to my red velvet Ben & Jerry’s in the freezer.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
The people got daily worse from the cold and the bad water, and they must all have perished if they had not discovered the port about the time they did.
Without a musket to raise, a barricade to storm, a flag to wave, the question hit me in the face like the cold air: ‘Who am I?’
Even during the years of the Cold War, the intense confrontation between the Soviet Union and the United States, we always avoided any direct clash between our civilians and, most certainly, between our military.
I’ve never had a cold Christmas, as I always spend it back home in Australia.
You have to have a somewhat cold heart to be a writer.
