Also, since art is a vehicle for the transmission of ideas through form, the reproduction of the form only reinforces the concept. It is the idea that is being reproduced. Anyone who understands the work of art owns it. We all own the Mona Lisa.
I think it was my mom's attitude about art and being part of the narcissistic digital generation or whatever that made me think anyone would care what I had to say about anything!
Identity is theft, don’t trust anyone whose state vector hasn’t forked for more than a gigasecond, change is the only constant, et bloody cetera.
That man has some seriously oversized ovaries. Can you say PMS? He barked at anyone and everyone before shoving his way outside.
That man has some seriously oversized ovaries. Can you say PMS? He braked at anyone and everyone before shoving his way outside.
But if you like, you can come share a tasty meal of bread, raisins, and fresh Burgos cheese. With that, and , anyone can live to a hundred.
If someone offers you an opportunity to get closer to your enemy, you always take it. I know that without having learned it from anyone.
And I wish to thank you as well, Royce." He was puzzled. "For what?" "For reminding me that anyone, no matter what they've done, can find redemption if they seek it.
Anyone who conceives of writing as an agreeable stroll towards a middle-class life-style will never write anything but crap.
How sad. How frightening. To be filled with so much hate that you could not even rejoice in the healing of a child...How did anyone ever come to that point?
It is an occupational hazard that anyone who has spent her life learning how to lie eventually becomes bad at telling the truth.
How can you not love reading? It's wonderful. An excursion, an adventure... an escape from reality.' She adored reading and had a hard time grasping anyone not loving it.
Decaffeinated coffee is like orgasmless sex. I guess I’ll take some, if you know anyone who’s offering.
I’m a virgin, okay?” There was a moment of silence while I assume he was struggling to understand the connection. Then he spoke. “I’m not prejudiced against anyone.
How can anyone love someone who is less than a full person, unless love itself is domination per se?
It would be a dreadful thing to tell anyone about it, for it would destroy some fragile structure of truth. It was truth that might be shattered by division.
Anyone who values truth should stop worshipping reason.
Quit being so hard on yourself. We are what we are; we love what we love. We don't need to justify it to anyone... not even to ourselves.
I don't want you to feel sorry for me. I want you to forgive yourself for being human, just like you would forgive anyone else.
The house had a name. The Banana House. It was carved onto a piece of sandstone above the front door. It made no sense to anyone.
Anyone could be seduced by research when the results poured in. The trick was to love it when the results weren't forthcoming, and the reasons why were elusive.
