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...every Friday. She baked bread, tended garden and strolled into the nearby village of Champagne-Mouton on market day, tall and delicate, a sight so fair the mayor's tired old heart would stir. The Gold Creek met the Silver Creek near the Mallons' acreage, and all around, the gentlest breeze would set fields of sunflowers ablaze with waves of golden light...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: TIME Archive: The Ira Einhorn Case | 7/20/2001 | See Source »

...Leung. "It's just that we don't." When told Cheung and Leung are bewildered at how little he seems to direct them, Zhang chuckles. "There's a Chinese maxim that says if you're playing a perfect drum, you don't need to pound it," he says. "The gentlest tap is all it takes to get what I want from such capable actors." That's the single most striking feature of watching Zhang Yimou's work: his selection of the perfect instruments to maximize the tone he wants...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Making of a Hero | 1/21/2001 | See Source »

Sleeping on the houseboat came surprisingly easily, with the soothing rhythm of the waves slapping softly against the hull. Morning arrived languidly on Lake Powell. The first glow of sunlight painted the canyons and cliffs with orange and red, and the still water turned brilliant blue. The gentlest of winds blew across the desert. It was a perfect start to the day, especially one in which our twin girls would turn eight...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Families: Be Admiral Of Your Own Houseboat | 12/4/2000 | See Source »

...gentlest of pokes. "We as a nation can't afford to make Barney Rubble investments in a George Jetson world," Joe Lieberman said last week. But this oblique comparison between George Bush and a cartoon caveman was too much for Bush to let slide. "Americans," he huffed in response, "are tired of the name calling...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Campaign 2000: When Politicians Get Prissy | 9/11/2000 | See Source »

...every Friday. She baked bread, tended garden and strolled into the nearby village of Champagne-Mouton on market day, tall and delicate, a sight so fair the mayor's tired old heart would stir. The Gold Creek met the Silver Creek near the Mallons' acreage, and all around, the gentlest breeze would set fields of sunflowers ablaze with waves of golden light...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE SEARCH FOR THE UNICORN | 9/29/1997 | See Source »

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