That's why for Zakk Wylde's Black Label Society the colors are black and white. There are no gray issues. Life is black and it's white. There's no in-between.
Once upon a time black male “cool” was defined by the ways in which black men confronted hardships of life without allowing their spirits to be ravaged. They took the pain of it and used it alchemically to turn the pain into gold. That burning pr...
All poor people ain't black/ and all black people ain't poor.
Oh, sheep. I've lost all my sobbing colours.
Tendencies. Yougottendencies. Soevenifyoudideverythingoveragain, yourwholelife, yougottendenciestodojustwhatyoudid, alloveragain. -The Sheep Man.
Strike the shepherd and the sheep will scatter
Without tradition, art is a flock of sheep without a shepherd. Without innovation, it is a corpse.
People are sheep. TV is the shepherd.
No one told me holy water had chlorine in it.
I am not a wolf in sheep's clothing, I'm a wolf in wolf's clothing.
In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.
It's madness the sheep to talk peace with the wolf
There’s enough metaphysics in not thinking about anything.
Geographically, Ireland is a medium-sized rural island that is slowly but steadily being consumed by sheep.
Jack: Those sheep shit on my pack.
Revolution without awareness as a remote sheep eaten by wolves
I was always the only black in the movie theater, the only black in class, the only black in the library, the only black in the discotheque. I always felt observed and judged.
There's an inherent idea that if a Black executive producer and a Black director are going to do a movie based on a Black writer's book that everybody is going to be Black.
England is not the jewelled isle of Shakespeare's much-quoted message, nor is it the inferno depicted by Dr Goebbels. More than either it resembles a family, a rather stuffy Victorian family, with not many black sheep in it but with all its cupboards...
I was brought up in black neighborhoods in South Baltimore. And we really felt like we were very black. We acted black and we spoke black. When I was a kid growing up, where I came from, it was hip to be black. To be white was kind of square.
Indicating his twisted legs without a trace of self-pity or bitterness, as if they belonged to all of us, he casts his arms wide to the sky and the snow mountains, the high sun and dancing sheep, and cries, ’Of course I am happy here! It’s wonder...
