With fashion, my mother was an icon, but she never lived it in the sense that she was never obsessed with fashion. When I was a young girl, my sister wasn't doing fashion, so I started fashion thinking, 'I'm going to do something that they haven't do...
On 'Chopped,' the time goes down a bit and there are several ingredients, usually one that makes no sense whatsoever with the rest of the ingredients. So it gets you out of your culinary comfort zone a little bit. Like we had octopus and cheese paire...
I feel like Barack Obama, kind of in a political sense, embodies that same kind of spirit as a Q-Tip or a Santogold or a Common. I feel like there is a synergy going on here in this country and abroad. I feel like the doors are open, and it's time to...
Although I wasn't able to get a visa for Vietnam, I was able to talk with swift boat veterans to get a feel for the time and place, and I visited a tropical prison in the Philippines to get a sense of what a Vietnamese prison might have been like.
I read the 'Old Testament' all the way through when I was about 13 and was horrified. A few months afterwards I read 'The Origin Of Species', hallucinating very mildly because I was in bed with flu at the time. Despite that, or because of that, it al...
There's always been an element of 'right time, right place' to Nine Inch Nails. When we stepped onstage at Woodstock '94, I could sense it. I get goosebumps thinking about it now. Like, 'I don't know how we did this, but somehow we've touched a nerve...
Startups, in some sense, have gotten so easy to start that we are confusing two things. And what we are confusing, often, is, 'How far can you get in your first day of travel?' with, 'How long it is going to take to get up to the top of the mountain?...
Jessie Stevens: I know you ought to be spanked with a hairbrush and sent back to school - public school - where they could pound some sense into you during recess.
Billy Costigan: There was a cop leaving when I came in. Madolyn: How did you know he was a cop? Billy Costigan: Know, bad haircut, no dress sense, and, you know, a slight air of scumbag entitlement.
Narrator: You had to give it to him: he had a plan. And it started to make sense, in a Tyler sort of way. No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.
Sipsey: Oh it don't make no kind of sense. Big ol' ox like Grady won't sit next to a colored child. But he eats eggs- shoot right outta chicken's ass!
Cora Munro: A breed apart, we make no sense? Hawkeye: In your particular case, Miss, I'd make an allowance. Cora Munro: Thank you so much.
Art: What you're saying, it offends common sense. John Oldman: So does Relativity, Quantum Mechanics, that's the way nature works.
Young Woman Buying Ring: [after Anna tells her that the ring belonged to a woman who loved a man she couldn't be with] Did he have wavy hair and chestnut eyes?
Colonel Brandon: What can I do? Elinor Dashwood: Colonel, you have done so much already... Colonel Brandon: Give me an occupation, Miss Dashwood, or I shall run mad.
Marianne: I'm taking you for a walk. Margaret: No, I've been a walk. Marianne: You need another. Margaret: It's going to rain. Marianne: It is NOT going to rain. Margaret: You ALWAYS say that and then it ALWAYS does.
Margaret: Have you really been to the East Indies, Colonel? Colonel Brandon: I have. Margaret: What's it like? Sir John Middleton: Like? Hot. Colonel Brandon: [mysteriously] The air is full of spices.
Mrs. Dashwood: My youngest is not to be found this morning. She's a little shy of strangers at present. Edward Ferrars: N-n-naturally. I'm sh-shy of strangers myself and I have nothing like her excuse.
Marianne: Did you see him? He expressed himself well, did he not? Mrs. Dashwood: With great decorum and honour. Marianne: And spirit and wit and feeling! Elinor: And economy - ten words at most.
Margaret: [in church] Do you think he'll kneel down when he asks her? Elinor Dashwood: Shh! Margaret: [from the pulpit] The fear of Him is the beginning of wisdom. Margaret: They always kneel down.
Marianne: Sir John, might I play your pianoforte? Sir John Middleton: Yes, yes, of course. My goodness. Yes, we do not stand upon ceremony here, my dear.
