As a musician, you want the music in as many hands as you can get it into. More importantly, I want people to get the music for the fairest price, and in the most convenient way. And that's really turned into iTunes when you're talking about selling ...
When playing big festivals, I tend to play big, over the top techno tracks, like hands in the air songs that make sense being played in front of 30,000 people. I steer away from subtlety in the interests of big bombastic dance music.
That women are mysterious and unknowable is something every young man grows up believing. Men, on the other hand, never think of themselves as mysterious or confusing, and we are often at a loss as to why women want to figure us out.
I shall never be a heretic; I may err in dispute, but I do not wish to decide anything finally; on the other hand, I am not bound by the opinions of men.
If cattle and horses, or lions, had hands, or were able to draw with their feet and produce the works which men do, horses would draw the forms of gods like horses, and cattle like cattle, and they would make the gods' bodies the same shape as their ...
I was helping my mom grind meat at our butcher shop, and it just hypnotized me. I don't remember sticking my hand in, but it sheared off the three middle fingers and left me with a pinkie and a thumb.
I watch movies and sports. I can count on the fingers of my hand the number of times I have watched an hour show. I never watch a half-hour show, and I never watch myself.
Uncle Nikolai: I tattooed "survive" on my hand the night before I went away to prison. And I did. We do what we have to do to survive.
[Ensign Monk is demonstrating the breathing fluid on Hippy's rat] Catfish De Vries: Huh. Damn rat's breathing that shit. That is no bullshit, hands down. The Goddamnedest thing I ever saw.
Lew Finler: Bud, did you know your hand is blue? Virgil: Finler, why don't you just shut up and put your gear on?
Gorman: Any questions? [Hudson raises his hand] Gorman: What is it, private? Hudson: How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit? Apone: You secure that shit, Hudson!
Sultan: Prince Ali Ababwa! Of course! I'm delighted to meet you. [he shakes Aladdin's hand] Sultan: This is my royal vizier, Jafar. He's delighted, too. Jafar: [very dryly] Ecstatic.
Steve McCroskey: Johnny, what can you make out of this? [Hands him the weather briefing] Johnny: This? Why, I can make a hat or a brooch or a pterodactyl...
Jim Gordon: This guy did deliver us one of the city's biggest crime lords. Loeb: No one takes the law into their own hands in my city. Understand?
Allison Reynolds: [Chews fingernails] Bender: You keep eating your hand; you're not gonna be hungry for lunch. Allison Reynolds: [Spits fingernail at Bender]
Clyde Barrow: [Bonnie can't stop laughing after Clyde held up a failed bank and left empty-handed] We got a dollar ninety-eight, and you're laughing!
The Big Lebowski: They did not receive the money, you nitwit! They did not receive the money! Her life was in your hands! Brandt: This is our concern, Dude.
Philip Marlowe: How'd you happen to pick out this place? Vivian: Maybe I wanted to hold your hand. Philip Marlowe: Oh, that can be arranged.
Bart: I'm rapidly becoming a big underground success in this town. Jim: See? In another twenty-five years, you'll be able to shake their hands in broad daylight.
Hotel Manager: [handing back a credit card at check-in to the Flecks] I'm sorry, that card's been declined. Cookie Fleck: Oh, no! That's the good card!
I was an early reader, and my grandmother, who as a child had been forbidden to read by a father who believed books to be frivolous time-wasters, delighted in putting her favorite volumes into her grandchildren's hands.
