I took lots of photographs and had planned to write a treatise on how it worked, but I quickly got bored with that idea and wrote a scientific fairy tale instead.
I started by looking at what others had done before me. You see, over the years there have been attempts by many different people to reconstruct the chariot.
I was a really bad teenager and I got my tongue pierced. I don't even remember where I did it, but it was under very surreptitious circumstances.
When my mother died, I fell apart. My father wanted to control me. As a consequence, I ran away to America.
People never knew we were poor, but out of that poverty came the most incredible inventions - board games, recipes... we never stopped inventing.
I often think you bring unhappiness on yourself, because if you don't like yourself very much, you allow yourself to be influenced by people who reinforce that.
I always stayed in tune with my own ambitions and attitudes and I'm still my intractable old self, for better or worse.
I started thinking about how rain is depicted in illustrations. In comics that use gouache or watercolor, they use light blue, so I started using that color.
You never want your second act or the whole movie to just be this relentless march towards its goal. You want things to take the audience by surprise.
I've always thought of the project as a sort of sexually driven digestive system, that it was a consumer and a producer of matter. And it is desire driven, rather than driven by hunger or anything like that.
The threshold of the Dream Act is not high enough. One year of community college is not enough... No, I do not support the Dream Act.
Give a lift to a tomato, you expect her to be nice, don't ya? After all, what kind of dames thumb rides, Sunday school teachers?
I'm not a dogmatic, purist psychopath. There's an unfair image of me - mean, crazy, hostile. I'm really a very gentle person.
Teachers are expendable, overworked, underpaid, and many times disrespected by students, parents and higher-ups. Nonetheless, these teachers still show up because there are some who are teachers indeed.
The second episode of any new show can be tough. You have about a week to top the well-crafted and polished pilot episode that was written over six months.
I figured I wasn't supposed to be capable of that kind of thinking, and I felt like an alien. I feel that a lot, actually, in a lot of circumstances. Like I ought to be feeling something I don't.
What he imagines evokes nothing imaginary, it evokes the reality of the world that experience and reason treat in a confused manner.
Using taxes to punish the rich, in reality, punishes everyone because we are all interconnected. High taxes and excessive regulation and massive debt are not working.
If you don't have trouble paying the rent, you have trouble doing something else; one needs just a certain amount of trouble.
But I was in awe of the painters; I mean I was new in New York, and I thought the painting that was going on here was just unbelievable.
From the top of the quarry cliffs, one could see the New Jersey suburbs bordered by the New York City skyline.
