Quotes About Park

In effect, the Kutubu oil field functions as by far the largest and most rigorously controlled national park in Papua New Guinea.

From the window, Luke looked out over the water towers of Fifth Avenue to the park, studying the senescence of the daylight, which seemed almost viscous, ready to coagulate—trying to register that perfect moment of transition from day to evening, that instant when the light, in dying, was most nearly itself.

She was her own Enigma Code and me and my dad were not Bletchley Park.

Madrid is enjoyed most from the ground, exploring your way through its narrow streets that always lead to some intriguing park, market, tapas bar or street performer. Each night we'd leave our hotel to begin a new adventure in Madrid and nine out of 10 times, we'd walk through the Plaza Mayor.

The trees at Tse Bonito Park were yellow, the roadsides were streaked with the purple of the last surviving October asters, and overhead the sky was the dark, blank blue.

The Park?" Gus asked skeptically, following him out of Kali's building and across the empty street. "The place with the homicidal poodle pack and creepy hanging goddess?

Where are you going, Mr. Paul?' 'For a walk.' Mr. Fang conferred with his Hothot deputy. My walk was given official sanction, and I was driven about a hundred yards to the People's Park and released.

walked through a small park and up the steps of the stern gray building of US Customs and Border Protection. I strolled down the ramp and pushed through a turnstile, no one looking at my passport. Glancing through the chain-link fence on the Mexican side of the building, I saw a line of people—a long line, stretching down the stairs and through a foyer and along a passageway, hundreds, perhaps a thousand people waiting to enter the United States.

A macho attitude is totally to my advantage. Guys try to hit it 400 feet out of the park, but in softball you have to use a short, quick swing. Big, huge swings equal big, huge strikeouts.

Long after midnight when you park, and stand Just for a moment in the chromium wash, Sometimes it seems that, some way off, Between the river and the tower belt, say, The roofs show black on pomegranate red As if, below that line, they stood on fire.

But concrete skills were not difficult to acquire once she

She had joined a tai chi class in the park down the road. She was the only one under the age of seventy. Heather had never been the sort of woman to have girlfriends, but for some reason she fit right in to this elderly circle. "They make me laugh," she said. "And they don't demand anything from me.

Life is such a f-ckin roller coaster, then it drops, but what should I scream for? This is my theme park.

Touchrue," he muttered in disgust as he glared at the offending shrub.

My dream is to fight at Goodison Park. Forget Wembley, or Vegas, I just want to fight at Goodison Park. It's been a dream ever since I was a child; no one's ever done it.

Have you ever noticed that no matter how often we all talk about freedom we never seem to have any? There were few things in the world I wanted to do less than follow my sister into the park, where a very obvious trap was set for us and, if everything went really well, the best I could hope for was having Samantha Aldovar ruin my life. If I truly had any freedom at all I would have taken Deborah's car and gone down to Calle Ocho for a palomilla steak and an Ironbeer. But

protesting, but she refused to let go. "Aha!" She squinted at his shirt.

I have externalized the chaotic events of the day, and now I can return to my normal stasis.

I park two blocks away from Nickelodeon studios and I hop on my skateboard and I skateboard the rest of the way to the studio.

David Harrington asked me to write a piece for Kronos Quartet for a performance in Prospect Park, Brooklyn. I live just two blocks from the park and spend many mornings running around it. The park for me symbolizes much of what I love about New York, especially the stunning diversity of Brooklyn with its myriad cultures and communities.

I was actually the manager of the games department of an amusement park when I was at college, so I understood the coin-op side of the games business very well.

It's (Phil Niekro's knuckleball) like watching Mario Andretti park a car.

A bomb under the West car park at Twickenham on an international day would end fascism in England for a generation.

The park was a scruffy patch of grass, muddy in winter and dusty in summer, set about with a few dozen trees, a bandstand, and a pond on which swam a family of depraved and malevolent ducks.