“106 [degrees] in the valley… I was sweating like Dan Rather checking for forged documents.”
Jay Leno (1950) American comedian, actor, writer, producer, voice actor and television host
Monologue, September 10, 2004
The Tonight Show
As quoted in "The Right of Wiccans to Practice in the Military" http://www.religioustolerance.org/burn_aw2.htm (20 May 1999), ReligiousTolerance. <br class="br">1990s, 1999
“106 [degrees] in the valley… I was sweating like Dan Rather checking for forged documents.”
Jay Leno (1950) American comedian, actor, writer, producer, voice actor and television host
Monologue, September 10, 2004
The Tonight Show
“George H. W. Bush - "King George the 1st" - Beyond the Valley of the Gift Police”
Jello Biafra (1958) singer and activist
Biafra's Nicknames for Various Political Figures
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892) American Quaker poet and advocate of the abolition of slavery
Quoted in The Colored Patriots of the American Revolution, by William Cooper Nell, p. 339. (1855)
Muhammad (570–632) Arabian religious leader and the founder of Islam
Biharul Anwar,Volume 82, Page 202
Shi'ite Hadith
“Practice and thought might gradually forge many an art.”
Ut varias usus meditando extunderet artis
paulatim.
Book I, lines 133–134
Georgics (29 BC)
“How green was my valley then, and the valley of them that have gone.”
Richard Llewellyn book How Green Was My Valley
Source: How Green Was My Valley
Roy Lichtenstein (1923–1997) American pop artist
Source: 1960's, What is Pop Art? Interviews with eight painters' (1963), pp. 25-27
Robert Barry (1936) American artist
Robert Barry (1980) in: Alexander Alberro (2003). Conceptual Art and the Politics of Publicity. Alberro noted: "Barry has since discussed the way in which this painting accented the structural support..."
Czeslaw Milosz (1911–2004) Polish, poet, diplomat, prosaist, writer, and translator
"An Appeal" (1954), trans. Czesław Miłosz and Robert Hass
From the Rising of the Sun (1974)
Context: Tell me, as you would in the middle of the night
When we face only night, the ticking of a watch,
the whistle of an express train, tell me
Whether you really think that this world
Is your home? That your internal planet
That revolves, red-hot, propelled by the current
Of your warm blood, is really in harmony
With what surrounds you? Probably you know very well
The bitter protest, every day, every hour,
The scream that wells up, stifled by a smile,
The feeling of a prisoner who touches a wall
And knows that beyond it valleys spread,
Oaks stand in summer splendor, a jay flies
And a kingfisher changes a river to a marvel.