…it has fallen to you to do a dirty job which your predecessors ought to have done before you.
Now I'm back in LA, it's high time to finish a little something I've been working on.
I don't know how to say it, but after last night I feel different. I seem to see ahead, in a kind of way. I know we are going to take a very long road, into darkness; but I know I can't turn back. It isn't right to see Elves now, nor dragons, nor mountains, that I want - I don't rightly know what I want: but I have something to do before the end, and it lies ahead, not in the Shire. I must see it through, sir, if you understand me.
It is not as if we lost the war. It is that we as a nation did not fulfill our commitment.
This was his description of the Vietnam War in which he commanded the American Forces.
The only way we can win is if we leave before the job is...done.
For a long time, I've had a recurring dream - I dream I don't have to write any more, that I'm free. I'm not free, alas; I'm still clearing the same terrain, with the impression that it's never finished.
Terrible news. Ronald Reagan’s library just burned town. Both books. But the worst part is that he hadn’t finished coloring the second.
I did not want to make the widow record. I still haven't made the widow record.
There are stories to be told that are still untold and characters to be portrayed that haven't been portrayed correctly. So there's work to be done.
I look at a clean sheet as a personal success.
Writing is still on my slate.
I had no intention of pursuing either the characters or the setting further.
Biju Babu lives in the hearts of millions of Oriyas. Our party has been named after him. People expect us to carry forward the unfinished task that Biju Babu has left for us.
I don't have time to read much. I'm trying to read 'The Brothers Karamazov' again, for a year now - I keep getting halfway, and then there's a lot of work, and I forget it, and I have to go back to the beginning.
I still think about the letter you asked me to write. It nags at me, even though you're gone and there's no one to give it to anymore. Sometimes I work on it in my head, trying to map out the story you asked me to tell, about everything that happened this past fall and winter. It's all still there, like a movie I can watch when I want to. Which is never.
I hope that's true, because I figured out why I'd never finished it, what I was waiting for. I was waiting for you, Clare. For them. For us. I want to finish it up for you, for them, for us.
I sort of dropped the ball after 'Bonnie and Clyde.'
You can do a lot of damage if you try to answer a question part-way.
Never leave a crossword unfinished.
As long as he was breathing, God's greatest task for him was not yet finished. His highest purpose in life was still unfulfilled. ... God still had plans for him.
That old funny-shaped bit of wood is still staring me in the face every day saying 'come on, you haven't started yet!' It's infinite.
What's wrong with this world is, it's not finished yet. It is not completed to that point where man can put his final signature to the job and say, "It is finished. We made it, and it works.
I do not look upon these United States as a finished product. We are still in the making.
The outstanding event was the doing which I am still at. Don't pickle me awayas done.