The director took my face in his hands and asked me to show him my teeth, as with a horse. This happened on a Wednesday, and by the following Monday I was shooting.
Will we shoot virtually at each other over the Internet? Probably not. On the other hand, there may be wars fought about the Internet.
It's quite simple. I just don't feel right without a pen in my hand denting a hole through my notepad.
I mean, if someone asked for my birth certificate, I'd get my baby book and hand it out and say 'Here it is.'
Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the hammers, the soul is the piano with its many chords. The artist is the hand that, by touching this or that key, sets the soul vibrating automatically.
The ear tends to be lazy, craves the familiar and is shocked by the unexpected; the eye, on the other hand, tends to be impatient, craves the novel and is bored by repetition.
Go through the world "with the grace of God in your heart, and a good, strong hickory club in your hand.
Having sex is like bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand.
Leadership is preceeded by a vision for all; a true leader will lead the nation into an unforseen desired dimensional transformation that even the dead will clap their hands.
Your reputation is in the hands of others. That's what the reputation is. You can't control that. The only thing you can control is your character.
I've always known that even if the world threatens to collapse, with one hand, you'd hold up the sky, and the other, around me.
Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words...
Emotional states are fairly quick bursts of neuronal gossip. Traits, on the other hand, are more like the neuronal equivalent of committed relationships.
You don't need a machine to make pasta: a rolling pin and a fast hand can create a smooth, if thick, sheet.
I have been in Sorrow's kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and sword in my hands.
Is that not the Promethean fable, that the fire stolen from the gods will light men their way even while it burns their hands?
I sort of kept my hand in writing and went to work for the Sierra Club in '52, walked the plank there in '69, founded Friends of the Earth and the League of Conservation Voters after that.
Every writer knows that unless you were born gifted with either supreme confidence or outsize ego, handing in your work holds, in some cases, admitted terror. If that's too strong, at least fairly high anxiety.
We have control over the work of our hands, but little over the working of the soul. But yet we must yield to it, for without it we have nothing.
Thank you... motion sensor hand towel machine. You never work, so I just end up looking like I'm waving hello to a wall robot.
I took a job in the U.S. because I wanted to work on products that would get into end users' hands. In Norway, most of the jobs are in server software, niche stuff.
