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My heart and soul are in the Stratocaster
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A broadsheet obituarist once pointed out to me that veteran soldiers die by rank. First to go are the generals, admirals and air marshals, then the brigadiers, then a bit of a gap and the colonels and wing commanders and passed-over majors, then a steady trickle of captains and lieutenants. As they get older and rarer, so the soldiers are mythologised and grow ever more heroic, until finally drummer boys and under-age privates are venerated and laurelled with honours like ancient field marshals. There is something touching about that.
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You can't predict a show, that is the damndest thing, you can't predict if a show is going to work or not until it's on the air.
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You're with me, Sadie. When you're off the clock, you're not my employee. You're my.. Air." I frowned at him. "Your air?" He grinned. "Well, girlfriend seems to be a shallow word for what I feel for you..
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To use a fighter as a fighter-bomber when the strength of the fighter arm is inadequate to achieve air superiority is putting the cart before the horse.
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During the Battle of Britain the question "fighter or fighter-bomber?" had been decided once and for all: The fighter can only be used as a bomb carrier with lasting effect when sufficient air superiority has been won.
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It was one thing to hide away from the world. It was quite another to discover the world didn't miss you when you were gone.
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You know that saying about how you don't know what you have until it's gone-I already did know what I had, and now that she's gone, I know even more.
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We cannot take one step in geology without drawing upon the fathomless stores of by-gone time.
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Each of your breaths is a priceless jewel, since each of them is irreplaceable and once gone, can never be retrieved.
