#frida

Wednesday a junior came to me, and told me I was to be hazed as I left the Opera House Friday night. ↗

— Richard H. Davis

#friday #friday night #house #i #junior

I'm glad that my films have been consistently faring well rather than one stray Friday! ↗

— Akshay Kumar

#consistently #faring #films #friday #glad

Now a movie goes out to two, three thousand theaters and by Friday night at 10 o'clock they know if you are in or out. That desperate competition is, I think, horrendous. It's awful. ↗

— Mark Rydell

#clock #competition #desperate #friday #friday night

When I was about 13 or 14, I had an English teacher who made a deal with me that I could get out of doing all of the year's regular work if I would write a short story a week and on Friday read it to the class. ↗

— Victor Salva

#class #could #deal #doing #english

The government's view is that the best time to announce bad news, news that it doesn't want the public to dwell on is late on a Friday, when it will wind up in the Saturday papers, which if you were readers, then the week day editions. A holiday weekend is even better. ↗

— Bob Schieffer

#bad #bad news #best #best time #better

I'm working 2 days a week right now, narration usually on Wed., and host on camera on Friday. ↗

— Robert Stack

#days #friday #host #i #narration

If it comes back, I think that Friday night is not a good night to be on. ↗

— Amber Tamblyn

#comes #friday #friday night #good #good night

What were once only hopes for the future have now come to pass; it is almost exactly 13 years since the overwhelming majority of people in Ireland and Northern Ireland voted in favour of the agreement signed on Good Friday 1998, paving the way for Northern Ireland to become the exciting and inspirational place that it is today. ↗

— Queen Elizabeth II

#almost #become #come #exactly #exciting

It's 4:58 on Friday afternoon. Do you know where your margarita is? ↗

— Amy Neftzger

#drinking #friday #humor #humorous #margarita

They will say I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all my languages, and loved morphine and Demerol and tequila and pulque, women and men. I will shrug my illusion of shoulders and answer that I am a water woman, not a vessel, not something you can sail or charter. I am instead the tributary, the river, the fluid source, and the sea itself. I am all her rainy implications. And what do you, with your rusted compass, know of love? ↗

— Kate Braverman

#love