I do not follow the rules of fashion, and I don't like to be considered a man of the world of fashion. I like to call it the 'style industry' because we try to work on taste.
What I want to show in my work is the idea which hides itself behind so-called reality.
I get emotional when young people get nostalgic about my work. That's why it's called nostalgia. Sometimes I even cry.
A job is something we do to get a paycheck and pay our bills. Jobs are legitimate, at times, but work is why we are here in the universe. Work and calling often go together.
I've heard my work called 'bold' and 'graffiti-like,' but for me it is always instinctual. I start with a shape or a colour and go from there.
A musician's attempt to summarize his or her work leads to all this prescriptive chatter, or what I call the 'Modifier's Madness.' A lot of adjectives working overtime.
Nobody paid any attention career-wise to me in America until 'Bronson.' It gave me a calling card and passage into America, where I've always wanted to work.
When I'm saying hysteria, I'm referring to Freud, because all the women were coming to him with symptoms and seeking help, and he just called it hysteria.
Trying to meet new women, it's always a little more difficult as opposed to calling somebody I knew that's single and trying to rebuild that connection.
You ought to give up detecting and try fantasy writing, Strike
We must cooperate to turn this country around; otherwise there will be no more future to speak of for our children.
This life is but a brief tenure, one of many perspectives a spirit must experience in the quest for eternity.
Men are fickle creatures, capable of kindness and compassion yet fascinated by the basest atrocities.
Tomorrow is like 'there.' Once you get 'there,' it is called 'here.' So, technically, life is a set of Todays.
...so unbelief alone commits sin..Hence Christ calls unbelief the only sin.
Och, Sarah, how shall I call augh’ beautiful again unless it be the sight of you?
Love your life. That's a direct route to something people used to call "happiness".
You call it hope — that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire.
Tell me half a cup’s worth of story and we’ll call it a night.
You call that begging? Oh, Kitten, you can do better than that...
That tingle in the brain is called a word. It bats itself against its fleshy bounds.
