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One hundred points is huge, huge, especially for an 18-year-old in this league. That's pretty unbelievable. It's definitely something I want to help him achieve. Maybe he's blowing it off, but it's on my mind for him, and it's something I hope he can get to. But I think he's just going to play his game. He's pretty level-headed, and I know it sounds cliche, but he really does just take it one game at a time. And that's good on his part just to stay focused. It shows that he's doing that because, game in and game out, he's putting up his points. Colby Armstrong
blowing concepts creative modern taking
I think we have to have traditional roots, but then make things modern for the 90s. I think it makes us more creative by taking traditional concepts and blowing them out a little bit. Joseph Abboud
blow silence sound
And silence, like a poultice, comes To heal the blows of sound. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.
blow air political
A straw vote only shows which way the hot air blows. O. Henry
blow criminal-mind truth-is
When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it. Emile Zola
blow looks needs
Blow the candle out, I don't need to see what my thoughts look like. Emile Zola
blow world language
To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world. Emile M. Cioran
blow thinking land
I have one final hope, If I get double sixes, maybe he will change his mind, come back to me. As if to cast a magic spell, I blow on the dice just as Dex did...Just as it happened with our first roll, one die lands before its mate. On a six! I hold my breath. For a brief second, I see a mess of dots, and think I have boxcars again. I kneel, staring at the second die. It is onle a five. I have rolled an eleven, It is as if someone is mocking me, saying, Close, but no dice. Emily Giffin
blow player keys
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees. Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow by fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten Your brain to bubble cool,- Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul. Emily Dickinson