To me, the most compelling reason for lowering the voting age [to 18] is that American politics needs the infusion that younger voting would give it.
I love working with big flavors like chiles and smoke. Honey is perfect for softening the edges, mellowing them out a bit. I put it in everything - vinaigrettes, soups, stocks, salsas, so I'm always on the hunt for great honey.
Tea - the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
If you empty, you can be filled up with anything. It could be water or it could be gasoline.
I suppose no person ever enjoyed with more relish the infusion of this fragrant leaf than did Johnson.
Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with deeper meaning.
I know they call it the British Invasion, but musically, I call it the British Infusion.
I've always believed that what can make a domestic setting truly home is the infusion of a cultural dimension.
When you use Tabasco in the marinade, it kind of infuses everything.
Tea! thou soft, sober, sage and venerable liquid;- thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wink-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.
Yet love enters my blood like an I.V., dripping in its little white moments.
A lot of people need an infusion of confidence.
The only original part in a work of art is the infusion of the artist's own character, if he has one.
I don't have a wine cellar. Just tea day and night.
I think I infuse the music with a new passion. Part of this is because I have fallen in love: I am in love with the New York Philharmonic. The chemistry has just been right. Beyond expectation.
I hire tea by the tea bag.
What turns a work crisis into a life crisis is the infusion of dread.
Most people aren't lying awake at night worrying about a nuclear threat. But we are unnerved by a lot of how technology is coming into our lives and starting to infuse our lives. And we question whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.
Tea - that perfume that one drinks, that connecting hyphen.
Did I still feel like I'd been run over by a Mack Truck? Absolutely. It's chemo, after all.
Fresh blood is always good.
All panegyrics are mingled with an infusion of poppy.
Acid Salts have the Power of Destroying the Blewness of the Infusion of our Wood [lignum nephreticum], and those Liquors indiscriminatly that abound with Sulphurous Salts, (under which I comprehend the Urinous and Volatile Salts of Animal Substances, and the Alcalisate or fixed Salts that are made by Incineration) have the virtue of Restoring it.
