Alas! for that accursed time They bore thee o'er the billow, From love to titled age and crime, And an unholy pillow! From me, and from our misty clime, Where weeps the silver willow!
To restrict the artist is a crime. It is to murder germinating life
Any open net was an unforgivable crime meriting immediate punishment, and [Di Stefano] carried out the sentence by stabbing at it like a mischievous elf.
Do you know what punishments I've endured for my crimes, my sins? None. I am proof of the absurdity of men's most treasured abstractions. A just universe wouldn't tolerate my existence.
Basically, if I ever went and worked on a crime drama or something, it was usually just for the work.
We can play politics, or we can reduce crime.
We refuse to lie here in dishonor! We are not criminals, but Irishmen! This is the crime of which we stand accused.
Of course, I write crime stories, and I have to describe violence and the aftermath of violence.
Of course I don't miss the snow, the dirty air, the poverty, crime etc. The longer I'm away from it, the harder it seems to be to go back.
Of course crime on our streets is a very important issue. But you and I know that these things are not unconnected with issues of social justice.