Lucy: I won't read the word! Sam: I'm your father and I'm telling you to read the word. Cause I can tell you to because I'm your father. Lucy: I'm stupid. Sam: You are not stupid! Lucy: Yes, I am. Sam: No, you are not stupid 'cause you can read that ...
Bodies lay in the sun. Bodies stood in the sun.
Work is part of school.
Freedom to be a round peg in a square hole.
No social stability without individual stability.
A Maybelline New York woman is strong and confident - I love that attitude.
We are living in a new age of energy supply anxiety.
In Miss Catherine Middleton we have the faintest, intoxicating glimmer of a New Age Cinderella story.
The New York Quarterly is an amazing, intelligent, crazy, creative, strange, and indispensable magazine.
New York is the coolest city. The place just never sleeps. It's amazing.
Often the art in New York is related to the buildings, to grandiose things.
New York is more where art is bought than where art is made.
The new job of art is to sit on the wall and get more expensive.
To read is to live inside a new world...
Body language has no translation.
Water flows, but never changes. It's always H2O.
Sleep is an under-ocean dipped into each night.
Sacrifices are no sacrifices when they are repaid a thousand fold.
He kissed her lustfully. Mindlessly. Senselessly.
The best thing about being in New York is the people, and you get to walk everywhere.
Audiences are a wee bit more chatty in New York than in London.
