My daddy didn't even sign my birth certificate. So I ain't never had his last name.
Practically every movie that shows the pope or even a bishop as a character, and in much of western literature of the last 300 or 400 years, these are portrayed as awful figures.
As much as the South African racist regime is prepared to fight to the last man, so are we determined to fight to the bitter end.
For many records, everyone was like, 'Oh, this next record is going to be their last, blah, blah, blah.' But here we are on our sixth full-length studio album and we debut at No. 16. It's obvious we're not going anywhere.
My basic feeling about military intervention is that it should be a last resort, undertaken only to stave off large-scale bloodshed.
We had high and boisterous winds last night and this morning: the Indians continue to purchase repairs with grain of different kinds.
These characters are not spontaneous creations. They are engineered down to the last nut and bolt.
Every hero becomes a bore at last.
Total borrowing has imploded. Private borrowing has collapsed. And, in effect, the Treasury Department is the last borrower left standing.
My last name is originally Irish. I'm not exactly sure whereabouts it's from, but I've got family branches that were traced back there.
I want to preach till the last breath in my lungs runs out.
After spending the last few years working on a serious novel set in Chechnya, I was drawn to both the brevity and casualness of Twitter, and wrote a series of tweets titled 'The Erotic Inner Life of Mr. Bates from Downton Abbey.'
Romania, which had the worst dictator in Eastern Europe, Ceausescu, he was a darling of the West. The United States and Britain loved him. He was supported until the last minute.
A soul is but the last bubble of a long fermentation in the world.
I have legendary massive breakfasts at hotels. I don't hold back. I'll get there at 7A.M. and I'll be the last out at 11 A.M., having gone up and down the buffet seven times.
I think that burnout happens because of resentment. That notion that, 'Wow, I worked 100 hours last week, and I couldn't even have this thing that I really wanted.'
I have bursts of being a lady, but it doesn't last long.
The last job I applied for was to be a bus driver for the Chicago Transit Authority in 1957.
I am the last of the Mohicans, the creme de la creme of cabaret.
Habit is a cable; we weave a thread of it each day, and at last we cannot break it.