No one's ever done this to me before.

"It is not easy to earn one's keep at Klima.

It is much easier to rationalize one's weaknesses and struggle to view them as virtues.

The term Zhiyin (知音，literally "to know one's music") has come to describe a close and sympathetic friend.

Besides, she gots lots of holes; one's as good as another.

"Yes," said he, "providing it may be swiftly, and at one's will, removed."

One must be alert for one's trek.

Accordingly it is often difficult or impossible to test one's deciphering hypotheses, eliminating some and perhaps confirming others.

If one's legs are locked in the sand, of courses, one is considerably handicapped in such efforts.

One might change one's collar, but not one's brand.

"And one should," agreed Hurtha, "for otherwise one might not improve one's fortunes."

Certainly it would be embarrassing, if not absolutely dangerous, to have the substitution discovered during, or at the end, of one's tour of duty."

The next one's on me."

She thought that feeding one's prisoners didn't conform to the usual model for axe-murderer, so she grunted "Um-hm" again.

We're all friends here; no one's going to mind and no one's going to stare at you."

If one is particular about one's food, one sometimes brings it with one, and instructs the keeper how it is to be prepared.

"No one's a schlub.

"Which one's Espino?"

'Which one's the joystick?'

No one's overdue."

To be so inhibited among a field of foes, none of whom suffered from the same inhibition, seemed to me a good way to get one's head burned off.

"One's By Hildebrand's and one's Pete Jordan's!