A Quote by P. J. O'Rourke

Lampoon ran out of steam in the early '80s, and wasn't able to reinvent itself because it ran out of talent. People who wanted to do this kind of stuff could suddenly make $100,000 in Hollywood right out of college.
Josh, my question to you is why you ran against a Republican and spent $100,000, wasted $100,000, that could have been spent on the west side of the state getting us a majority in the House of Representatives, especially since, at least in two of those swing districts we probably could win with that $100,00
Actually, there was one sequence but Liv didn't put this in but at the end of the movie, we ran out of money. Literally, ran out. And I couldn't make payroll. So I emptied all our accounts to make payroll. We were kinda like, "What do we do?" Then out of the blue, we were saved by Gucci. So it's always been like, you just gotta reach for the stars and hopefully the moon will catch you.
We ran out of talent tonight. The guys played as hard as they could, as long as we could.
I ran out of steam and patience and so I quit. I really didn't want to make another record. I'd had it with the music business. I went home to England, bought a house and did nothing.
I ran through most of college and ran through most of grad school. When I was writing my dissertation for my Ph.D., it was literally the only hour of the day that I wasn't working. It was nine months of torture, but I made sure I got out to run.
Everything is Flammable was the first full-length book I was able to finish. I started a couple others, but ran out of steam. This one had momentum, I never got bored or discouraged. It is made up of short pieces, which is where my comfort zone is. I'm more of a sprinter than a long-distance runner. When you do a short piece, you get in and get out; you don't linger.
I went to college a little bit, and that didn't work out, and I didn't finish. So, I would play in bars until I ran out of money, and then I'd get a real job.
When I was making the early stuff, I never expected it to be so big. I was in my own kind of bubble. I never wanted to tour; I just wanted to create music and make a diary I could put out into the world. And sometimes, I became the characters.
He ran as he'd never run before, with neither hope nor despair. He ran because the world was divided into opposites and his side had already been chosen for him, his only choice being whether or not to play his part with heart and courage. He ran because fate had placed him in a position of responsibility and he had accepted the burden. He ran because his self-respect required it. He ran because he loved his friends and this was the only thing he could do to end the madness that was killing and maiming them.
I had been attempting novels since I was 14 but always ran out of steam. High hopes, poor craftsmanship.
I was kind of pathetic. That's what got me playing out in the street. I ran out of money and needed more gin for the night.
I ran off stage at my first gig. Halfway through it, I forgot my lines and didn't know what to do, so I just ran out of the building down towards a lake. I was going to throw myself in, but the compere came out and said, 'No, it's going well, come back and finish the gig!'
Tonight we had our chances but we ran out of talent.
Obviously, the hotel is related to my name, so my mom makes sure the staff, the service, the cleaning part of it is 100 out of 100. Not 99, 100 out of 100. We've got great reviews because of that. That's why a lot of people want to stay out our place, because we provide a lot of good services.
Everything was fine until I left and then I ran out of talent!
I had some eyeglasses. I was walking down the street when suddenly the prescription ran out.
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