While working in advertising, I channelled my creative energy into elaborate escape fantasies: cake making, dog breeding, the Peace Corps.
My job is to be a spokesman - the spokesman, I suppose - for the President, for the White House, to do the daily briefings, to manage the press corps in terms of travel, day-to-day needs, access, interviews, all those issues.
President of the Electro Steel Corp.: [from the Telescreen in the restroom to the factory worker] Hey you! Get back to work!
The virtual choir would never replace live music or a real choir, but the same sort of focus and intent and esprit de corps is evident in both, and at the end of the day it seems to me a genuine artistic expression.
Another of the hard things about being in a war, grandchildren, is that although there are times of quiet when the fighting has stopped, you know you will soon be fighting again. Those quiet times give you the chance to think about what has happened....
The art market is global now, and there's becoming more of an international consensus about what constitutes good art.
Honestly, I grew up in pretty modest circumstances. We were a middle-class family.
I always wanted to go into the military or something like that - my whole family, all my friends are either Air Force, Navy, or Marines.
The Marines was a fresh start - that is why they shave your head. I wish they would let you change your name.
Marine scientists predict that by 2050 there will be no more large fish left in the ocean if we don't change our relationship with the sea.
I can't imagine myself not working. And I hope my daughter will work when she's older.
You can do anything with beer that you can do with wine. Beer is great for basting or marinating meat and fish.
I grew up in Marin County north of San Francisco, and in the 1950s and '60s it was a natural paradise.
You get to a point where you really can't manage more artists, because representing artists takes a lot of time.
The first time I ever played the trumpet in public, I played the Marine Hymn. I sounded terrible.
The Marines are like my West Highland Terrier. They get up every morning, they want to dig a hole, and they want to kill something.
When the ancient Romans would conquer a new place or a new people, they would leave the language and the customs in tact – they would even let the conquered people rule themselves in most cases, appointing a governor to maintain a foothold in the r...
Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon coeur amoureux; Retiens les griffes de ta patte, Et laisse-moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux, Mêlés de métal et d'agate. Lorsque mes doigts caressent à loisir Ta tête et ton dos élastique, Et que ma main s'enivre du ...
[Pvt. Joker is doing pull-ups. Hartman counts them off] Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: One for the Commandant! One for the Corps! Come on Joker, pull! Pull! [Pvt. Joker can't complete another pull-up] Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I guess the Corps don't get ...
More likely, they would just cease to exist." "That's death." "No, it's different. Death leaves a corps.
To me, one of the best faces America has ever projected is the face of a Peace Corps volunteer. That face symbolizes this country: young, curious, brimming with idealism and hope - and a real, honest compassion.
