I suppose that was probably White's influence, his words still chipping away in the back of my head.
White's words have been in the back of my mind, they may have influenced me.
White has had no influence on me at all, all my decisions are made by myself.
He wasn't sure which one of the two to choose.
A gentleman sipping and looking at something.
Three men perform on stage.
The words of Pontius Pilate have been forgotten.
The sentiments are fine.
He spoke with dread about blood gushing down the streets.