Still Quotes

I would love to see Flip get back into the league. I think he can definitely still coach in this league. I think he will be in this league quicker than sooner.

As soon as war is declared it will be impossible to hold the poets back. Rhyme is still the most effective drum.

In the songs I can still be really really direct but in interviews when I'm explaining my songs I shouldn't be so direct about who they're about.

I love the fact that 35 years later, I still hear my songs on the radio.

I don't want to be 35 years old and still popping out songs in miniskirts and la-la-la.

I've just been recording mostly acoustic stuff, drums, and sax, and electric guitar. I'm just still writing songs and what not.

I've never really had anybody close to me die. I think the song is about a feeling that I have that, it still applies. It's a feeling of longing, once again.

I like a very dark house, just black. I sit there and just think. Once I'm still and quiet inside, I'll begin. It's very personal; it has to be. One song may be Bach, the next blues, a song from TV, or a nursery rhyme or jazz piece.

I'm still proud of what I've done, even if it hasn't been the biggest song on the radio or hasn't gone to number one.

Recently, I've been working on anew album of material, which should be out in the new Millennium. I'm not sure which song will be put out as a single, but I'm still hoping to get another record in the charts.

Well, I actually tell my son that I don't have any hair because he asked me the same question that I gave it to him when he was born, so he actually still believes that. He's five years old.

But I like to go to movies with my son because it's still fun; it reminds me of why I make movies.

I think Canada, our industry is still somewhat based in America's industry.

My own perception of that is somewhat colored by where people ask my advice, which is still, of course, about changes to Python internals or at least standard libraries.

I'm someone who came to Paris as a teenager, and I dreamed of coming back to Paris as a visitor. I never dreamed of having a job at the biggest luxury house in Paris and, you know, 15 odd years later, I'm still here.

When you're in the muck you can only see muck. If you somehow manage to float above it, you still see the muck but you see it from a different perspective. And you see other things too. That's the consolation of philosophy.

Kids who have no money are still figuring out a way - somehow - to dress nicely.

Sometimes Queens' music is dark, but somehow it's ok to deliver it with a smile on your face because thing's are still going to kick in.

I don't know why a computer game can't be an art form just as a puppet show or an opera is. I'm still interested in computer games as something I would like to work on someday.

I'm still astonished that somebody would offer me a job and pay me to do what I wanted to do.

I'll probably be 80 years old and still performing. Music is like fashion, it changes. But some things will always be the same.

While housing discrimination and segregation in 2005 still affect millions of people, that's not the way it has to be. Some things can change and should.

Some people still see me as a kid, but I'm a 23-year-old woman now.

It's just that some people are lucky and people still seem to enjoy the music.

On what can we now place our hopes of solving the many riddles which still exist as to the origin and composition of cosmic rays? It must be emphasized here above all that to attain really decisive progress greater funds must be made available.

Policy makers still think that if we just hand out more money the world's problems will be solved.

We still have a very good core following, and the shows have been almost one hundred percent sold out.

I think most artists find it difficult to part with their work but it's the parting that keeps us alive and keeps us working. In the case of the chariot, although it's been sold I actually still have it, just in another form.

A soil, exhausted by the long culture of Pagan empires, was to lie fallow for a still longer period.

He may be president, but he still comes home and swipes my socks.