A Quote by Fred Green

The first piece of luggage out of the chute doesn't belong to anyone, ever. — © Fred Green
The first piece of luggage out of the chute doesn't belong to anyone, ever.
Did you ever notice that the first piece of luggage on the carousel never belongs to anyone?
I was trampled to death by a man who believed his luggage would be the first piece off. If he were an experienced traveler, he would know that the first piece of luggage belongs to no one. It's just a dummy suitcase to give everyone hope.
I once did a - the first piece on Malcolm X that anyone had ever seen in the - white press.
I felt an unrelenting restlessness. It was the first time I had ever experienced jealousy, and that emotion clung to my skin day and night like a dark stain, a contamination I could not shed; it became so unbearable that when finally I rid myself of it, I was freed forever of the desire to possess another person or the temptation ever to belong to anyone.
Frank once slipped something into the pocket of a luggage handler at the airport and said: "Have a drink on me." The luggage handler later found out it was a tea bag.
A fighter has to be prepared for anyone, to train every day. That's what I learned at Chute Boxe.
I don't want anyone to ever say that I don't belong where I am.
I have a passion for luggage - trunks and so on. I have a collection of them, but I can never resist buying another piece.
You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free
Don't belong to anything. Don't belong to anyone. Just Be. Feel your Being first and foremost, and don't compare or compete. Just Be your Being.
When I first set out to ruin SNL, I didn't think anyone would notice, but I persevered because - like you trying to do a nine-piece jigsaw puzzle - it was a labour of love.
From the moment I went to Hollywood for the first time, I was accused by various people of selling out. So I feel I've done my sell-out films already. I've sold everything! I've sold every piece of soul I ever had!
You cannot belong to anyone else, until you belong to yourself.
In fact, the first piece of art I ever sold, I paid someone else to make the next one, so I could actually keep going out drinking.
Have you ever slept with a member of a race of another color? Have you ever committed culpable homicide? Have you ever bombed anything? Have you ever murdered anyone? Have you ever kidnapped anyone?
He hadn’t been her first lover or the first boy to give her an orgasm. He hadn’t even been the first she’d loved. He’d been the first to turn her inside out with something as simple as a smile. The first to make her doubt herself. He’d taken her deeper than anyone ever had, and yet she hadn’t drowned.
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