: He'd make me feel like I would die.

He'd make his " transformation " along with one or more of the others, but not by magic ; rather, by quickly removing his break-away garments ( under the cover of lightning that the real Marvel ( s ) called down ) to reveal his homemade Marvel costume underneath.

He'd also seen that the absorption behavior of molecules is quite different from that of the atoms composing the molecules — for example the gas nitric oxide ( NO ) absorbed more than a thousand times more infrared radiation than either nitrogen ( N < sub > 2 </ sub >) or oxygen ( O < sub > 2 </ sub >).< ref > Contributions to Molecular Physics in the Domain of Radiant Heat, pp. 80 – 81.

After recording the second version of the song, Lennon wanted to do something different with it, as Martin remembered: " He'd wanted it as a gentle dreaming song, but he said it had come out too raucous.

He'd rather stand out than fit in ; and Dion has no time for anyone who doesn't " get " that.

He'd be out there squinting because he could see, at midnight, the moonlight and shadows, and that was his way of not seeing the weeds or imperfections that would plague him during the day ..." Talking of the tranquility he felt at Friar Park, Harrison once said: " Sometimes I feel like I'm actually on the wrong planet, and it's great when I'm in my garden.

He'd come out and show me that big fist of his when I wasn't bearing down the way he thought I should.

He'd say, "... went to bank ... had problem ... sat down ... couldn't get out ... killed a woman ... very sad ...".

Comparing Richards to Lemon, Bannister said, " He'd post the lineups 10 minutes before the game, and only then we'd find out who was playing and where.

: He'd take me out to the pit.

He'd end up doing all of that and I was the one that got squeezed out ; I was doing almost nothing.

He'd skipped out on several local Democratic club meetings, and his campaign Website hadn't been updated since 2011.

He'd allegedly disappeared after setting out to find the Lost Dutchman's mine.

He'd been carrying the injury since the start of the season, and the collision led to a full break, putting White out for six weeks.

He'd like to have Aika to go out with him, but she refuses.

He'd snuck out of the window to Blackpool with his friends.

He'd just admitted it to me.

He'd not only told me so, he'd proved it.

Then it hit me: He'd been giving me all this bullshit about his wife and his two kids in London, when in fact he was gay, and he was makin ' a move on me!

He'd give me one and Ed King one ; that would satisfy.

He'd told me I was getting this surprise.

He'd be an idiot to let them stay he thought, but he couldn't send them on, either.

He'd started a fire and put coffee on, and now was busy at the work board of his chuck wagon.

He'd come alone, without his wife and child.

He'd been in an angry mood: Conchita had thought his face almost ugly with the anger in him.

He'd told Hank Maguire and Luis Hernandez about his wife's refusal to come with him and about what he now intended to do.

He'd hoped to catch Jesse Macklin there.

He'd put on his old brown corduroy coat and it was already soaked.

He'd mounted up immediately and raced with a revolver ready toward the spot from which he'd estimated the shot had come.

He'd grin.

He'd shoot at anything if it was the rear end of a horse or his own sentry.

He'd come East for the christening, by God he would.

He'd not care about getting waked so he could give up some of his whisky to a slit of a kid and maybe lose one of his hiding places in the bargain.

( He'd get the engine oil flowing with an electric heater under a big canvas cover.

He'd landed the plane on a small airstrip in Connecticut and as soon as the aircraft had coasted to a stop, everyone had burst into chatter at the same moment.

He'd have to start going to some of the other places again.

He'd been there several times, back when, while he and Radic had been friends, or at least not enemies.

He'd mentioned it, himself, at church and everybody seemed to have the idea that Tolley had left because Jenny had jilted him for Roy Robards.

He'd had no idea how unhappy his sweet peach had been.

He'd have to think, but the main thing, the imperative necessity, was to leave before Sam Bentley was up and about, and before Millie detained him with sympathy.

He'd tell Sabella about the nightmare.

" While Frank Miller has described the relationship between Batman and the Joker as a " homophobic nightmare ," he views the character as sublimating his sexual urges into crimefighting, concluding, " He'd be much healthier if he were gay.

He'd spearheaded the Ace line, he was the originating editor-in-chief of the Avon paperback list in 1945, and I think he was hurt and took it personally.

He'd been sent by Pittsburgh's GM Branch Rickey to evaluate Clemente's teammate Joe Black, a pitcher Rickey himself had originally signed for the Dodgers and was now thinking of reacquiring for Pittsburgh.