My mother arrived in Brussels in 1938 from a small town near Krakow. But strangely enough, in 1942 or 1943, she was taken back to Auschwitz, which was just 30 miles from where she grew up. Her parents died there and a lot of her family.
I was fortunate enough to coach the U.S. Olympic team in Australia.
I'm never there enough to really keep up with what's going on in the Australian film industry. I just try and be part of it as much as I can.
Writing has certainly helped me explore about 20,000 versions of my authentic self. I suppose that's what most writers discover if they write long enough: there are a lot of selves roaming around in there.
Just mention the idea of warrantless wiretaps and expect to get hit up with a congressional investigation. But give somebody an avatar and a URL, and he can't tweet, post or hyperlink enough personal information about himself to as many people as possible.
No civilization on the brink of collapse has ever changed fast enough to avert collapse.
I don't concern myself with award. I'd been to the party enough times to know it really didn't matter.
A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows.
I'm an average enough person to point to the things I've gotten to see that are awe-inspiring.
It is still not enough for language to have clarity and content... it must also have a goal and an imperative. Otherwise from language we descend to chatter, from chatter to babble and from babble to confusion.
No man is rich enough to buy back his past.
I'm not versed enough in constitutional law to run for office. I'd have to go back to school or something.
I hope to stand firm enough to not go backward, and yet not go forward fast enough to wreck the country's cause.
The federal government has not been effective enough monitoring and surveilling bad guys.
Once someone has spent enough time cultivating bad habits and biding their time, they are much diminished. Much of what they could have been has dissipated.
No good movie is too long and no bad movie is short enough.
I wasn't the brightest button in the class at school, but I enjoyed cooking and baking. I wasn't clever enough at Maths O-level to get onto the cookery teaching course I really wanted to do, so I did a catering course instead.
Baldness is visually enough of a stigma as it is without a big sweaty bloke on stage pointing it out.
There has been enough blood in the Balkans. Serbia is offering its hand. Let us turn to the future and not deal with the past.
My favorite lip balm is, weirdly enough, just a little tube of Aquaphor. It's clear, and it will keep my lips glossy and perfect for hours.
