Quotes About Carter

In the post-Watergate atmosphere of 1975 and 1976, the just-plain-folks personalities of both Ford and Carter seemed the perfect antidote to Nixon's arrogant, isolated presidency. But as alert history-minded readers know, Ford and Carter were both rebuffed by voters in their efforts to hold on to the presidency.

I think I've only done one horror movie, Psycho III. That was a walk in the park compared to a romantic comedy.

Just get on any major highway, and eventually it will dead-end in a Disney parking area large enough to have its own climate, populated by large nomadic families who have been trying to find their cars since the Carter administration.

Then you'll remember the motto of John Carter of Mars: 'I still live.' Those three simple words express the essence of man, don't you think? With those three words, Burroughs expressed the human condition, because as long as life exists—there is hope.

Obama, like Carter, is reacting to warning signs by seeking to split the difference between dispirited Democrats and increasingly radicalized Republicans.

Then somebody said—Carter Knott—that Eddie was writing a novel (the last outpost for a certain species of doomed optimist).

Carter was so taken aback by her attack he dropped his knife. "You knocked him stupid," he bellowed. "No," Emily corrected in what she believed was a reasonable tone of voice. "He was already stupid. I knocked him out.

SO NOW IT'S 1979. Year of the Goat. The Earth Goat. Here are some things you might remember. Margaret Thatcher had just been elected prime minister. Idi Amin had fled Uganda. Jimmy Carter would soon be facing the Iran hostage crisis. In the meantime, he was the first and last president ever to be attacked by a swamp rabbit. That man could not catch a break.

Four years of Jimmy Carter gave us two titanic Reagan landslides, peace and prosperity for eight blessed years - and even a third term for his feckless vice president, George H.W. Bush.

When it comes to jobs, President Obama makes the Jimmy Carter years look like good old days. If we fired Jimmy Carter then, why would we rehire Barack Obama now?

History buffs probably noted the reunion at a Washington party a few weeks ago of three ex-presidents: Carter, Ford and Nixon - See No Evil, Hear No Evil and Evil.

This is Graceland. Home of the most famous musician in the world." "Michael Jackson lived here?" "No, dummy," Carter said. "Elvis Presley.

When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams.

I shrugged. "Some people need more than words." "Ha!" Gertie said. "Celia needs therapy." "Celia needs an exorcism," Ida Belle corrected. I looked at Carter.

There's less clutter in the beverage category than in the music category. A lot less clutter.

The women's movement was just coming into being, and I got involved with Gloria Steinem and Bella Abzug and all these great women. We then got involved with Carter, who was running for president, and we created the first International Women's Conference or the National Women's Conference for Carter.

Flatt and Scruggs formed a band called the Foggy Mountain Boys, taking its name from "Foggy Mountain Top," a Carter Family favorite they decided to use as their theme song.

After my bad experience as a kite, I simply refused to go about as a glowing Sadie-headed chicken. That's fine for Carter, but I have standards.

This is Graceland. Home of the most famous musician in the world." "Michael Jackson lived here?" "No, dummy," Carter said. "Elvis Presley.

How does it taste?" Carter wondered. Zia smiled. "Stick out your tongue." To answer Carter's question, the tattoo tasted like burning car tires. "Ugh." I spit a blue gob of "order and harmony" into the fountain.

I must admit I'm impressed, Sadie. You controlled your magic and controlled Isis. And you, Carter, did well turning into a lizard.

Carter pulled out several lengths of brown twine, a small ebony cat statue, and a thick roll of paper. No, not paper. Papyrus. I remember Dad explaining how the Egyptians made it from a river plant because they never invented paper. The stuff was so thick and rough, it made me wonder if the poor Egyptians had had to use toilet papyrus. If so, no wonder they walked sideways.

Amos stopped before the entrance, which was the size of a garage door—a dark heavy square of timber with no visible handle or lock. "Carter after you." "Um, how do I—" "How do you think?" Great another mystery. I was about to suggest we ram Amos's head against it and see if that worked.

I caught Bast's arm when she was a few steps from the bank. "Stay away from the water." She frowned. "Carter, I'm a cat. I'm not going for a swim. But if you want to summon a river goddess, you really need to do it at the riverbank.