have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps."
-- Love's Labour's Lost
"He ain't no one-engine pony."
"His ceiling is through the roof"
"I have two weapons -- my legs, my arm, and my brain."
"The world is literally her oyster."
"It was definitely motivation. I have to put my head back to the grindstone and keep grinding."
"We're optimistic that this injury will not preclude Patrick from missing a large amount of time."
"Her only full-time
paid employee is a pleasant young woman with a nose ring named Rebecca
osteoarthritis for eight years, Mrs. Lucille P. Leisure's wheelchair
is gathering dust."
"He fuels the
fire that he brings to the table, and as players we all respect that
and feed off it."
to turn this team around 360 degrees!"
"I don't even know who I am anymore, and I think a lot of us feel that way."
Also, for wordsmithery, don't forget the immortal Dan Quayle.
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