At a car dealership the person who sells the car is the hero and also gets the commission. But if the mechanics don't service that car well the customer won't return.
I get a lot of return business. I think it's all those years I put in traveling around the country people saw me before and had a good time so they want to see me again.
The best measure of a man's honesty isn't his income tax return. It's the zero adjust on his bathroom scale.
The return of my birthday if I remember it fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.
A lot of the fun lies in trying to penetrate the mystery and this is best done by saying over the lines to yourself again and again till they pass through the stage of sounding like nonsense and finally return to a full sense that had at first escaped notice.
The flowers anew returning seasons bring but beauty faded has no second spring.
I'm just glad I was able to return to some of that innocence and beauty I had as a child when I started my own family and my children brought me back some of that spirit.
Beauty saves. Beauty heals. Beauty motivates. Beauty unites. Beauty returns us to our origins and here lies the ultimate act of saving of healing of overcoming dualism.
I don't return anybody's calls unless it's going to mean extra money for me. And I've completely cut off all relationships with any friends that I had before the show. And I've copped an attitude.
On the one hand shopping is dependable: You can do it alone if you lose your heart to something that is wrong for you you can return it it's instant gratification and yet something you buy may well last for years.
When you have two busy kids running around the house returning e-mails is a task let alone surfing the web.
I never felt totally 100% patriotically English... I'd seen a lot of the world by an early age - sort of spent a lot of time traveling around Lebanon and I'd seen Babylon and Damascus and all sorts of places in the Middle East by the time I was ten. Then we'd return to Ruslip in West London... Done a fair bit of traveling really.
I just yesterday returned from a trip where I photographed a woman with two children whom I photographed first when she was the age of the older of the two children.
When I write about a 15-year old I jump I return to the days when I was that age. It's like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.
The nearer people approach old age the closer they return to a semblance of childhood until the time comes for them to depart this life again like children neither tired of living nor aware of death.