The overwhelming majority of new deposits are not from the local area. It's been a cost-effective way of reaching a new marketplace.

If the highest beauty requires both prettiness and harshness, perfection and discord, this place is sublimely beautiful.

This trade gives us an experienced right-handed bat and adds a versatile piece to our lineup.

It was a good job, ... I worked for a while. When you're an actor, to have any kind of steady income, it's a miracle.

I thought it was great and it was a steady job but it was cheap, the cheapest damn job I ever had, ... But I liked working and I liked acting. I liked the weekly check; even if it wasn't so hot, it was good to have. I was paid a little over Guild minimum, which wasn't very much.

For a century now artists have been accustomed to pushing outward the boundaries of what's called art, delighting in the squeals of people whose expectations are violated. But the old fun is gone. the conservatives, by and large, have given up the game.

What is beauty, or our sense of beauty, for? Where did it come from? Is it some accidental off-flowering from sex? Was the lion I saw swimming alone up and down an inlet, parting its sleek dark head to bark and bark and bark, feeling something we might recognize as an aesthetic zest?

It's not an exaggeration to say that we're on the verge of a meltdown.

Art may imitate wild nature; less often does it dare to place itself in the midst of it, and when it does, it may come out second best.