A Quote by Robert Lowell

Their monument sticks like a fishbone in the city's throat. — © Robert Lowell
Their monument sticks like a fishbone in the city's throat.
My wife one time got a fishbone stuck in her throat and had to fly back to L.A. from Monte Carlo to have it taken out. I thought, 'Wow, what a great blues song!'
The second assault on Fallujah was a monument to brutality and atrocity made in the United States of America. Like the Spanish city of Guernica during the 1930s, and Grozny in the 1990s Fallujah is our monument of excess and overkill.
There is no sense of weariness like that which closes in a day of eager and unintermittent pursuit of pleasure. The apple is eaten, but "the core sticks in the throat." Expectation has then given way to ennui, appetite to satiety.
I have wished you dead and myself dead. How could it be otherwise. I have broken into you like a burglar. And you've set your dogs on me. And a pile of broken sticks. A child could kick. I have climbed you like a monument, gasoing, For the exercise and the view, And leaned over the railing at the top... Strong and warm, the summer wind.
An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral. And the advance of man's knowledge is more of a miracle than any sticks turned to snakes, or the parting of waters!
A great city with water barriers and no bridges is like a skyscraper with no elevators. Bridges are a monument to progress.
I'll tell you what I like about Chinese people: they're hanging in there with the chop sticks, aren't they? You know they've seen the fork. They're staying with the sticks.
The fruition of what is unlawful must be followed by remorse. The core sticks in the throat after the apple is eaten, and the sated appetite loathes the interdicted pleasure for which innocence was bartered.
Follow Through is elegant, sure footed, smart—a nest of sticks that won’t stay sticks—a nest of sticks that snowballs—scary and marvelous.
'Clothespin' was the first city monument on a large scale that could compete with the architecture around it.
New York City is a great monument to the power of money and greed... a race for rent.
Thomas Paine needs no monument made with hands; he has erected a monument in the hearts of all lovers of liberty.
Those only deserve a monument who do not need one; that is, who have raised themselves a monument in the minds and memories of men.
The absence of a monument can, in its own way, be something of a monument also.
Those who talk of the bible as a monument of English prose are merely admiring it as a monument over the grave of Christianity.
His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat.
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