The only thing which really seemed to pay off in life, if you went by Mary Pedersen's example, was sleeping with your superiors.
...the wounds of the past and the scars of the present don't disfigure me in your eyes - because you know the price I pay for loving you ...
How did we get to the point where we're paying for bottled water? I imagine it was some weird marketing meeting over in France.
The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.
In a world like this, you pay it forward, 'cause more than likely you didn't deserve it when you got it the first time.
He was willing to pay her to hang around his house and paint Piper's fingernails? It sounded as easy as Britney Spears.
If the regular pay was important to him, the opportunity to learn was of even greater long-range significance.
I don't like phones. You can't be sure people are paying attention to you when you're talking to them.
In individual industries where female labour pays an important role, any movement advocating better wages, shorter working hours, etc., would not be doomed from the start because of the attitude of those women workers who are not organized.
I mean, there's a sense wherein you skip a part of childhood, too, when you start working at that age I did; I was out working and out of home at 15, paying my own way in the world.
This guy in L.A. asks for my autograph every time I see him. Then I find out he's eBaying 'em for $50. I'm flattered, but no one's going to pay $50 for anyone's autograph, let alone mine.
It's amazing to me that, in the 42 years since President Kennedy signed the Equal Pay Act into law, women today still receive fewer wages than men for the same work.
The '80s market was only a Japanese market. It was the Japanese outbidding each other for the most expensive works of art. When the Japanese economy went down the tubes, there was no one left to pay the prices that have been recorded for all of those...
I paint digitally now. A pity, in some ways, as the biggest price one pays is that you no longer have a finished piece of physical art to hang on a wall. I miss that terribly.
Yesterday I was thinking about the whole idea of genius and creative people, and the notion that if you create some magical art, somehow that exempts you from having to pay attention to the small things.
It's the duty of all novelists, all painters, all musicians, all people who try to make art move: to look for something they feel authentically, without paying attention to styles.
People 'over-produce' pollution because they are not paying for the costs of dealing with it.
This teaching job did not pay a lot of money, because, let's face it, nobody gives a flying fuck about education, but it was a temporary position.
You pay a whore to make you feel like a man, you fund a philharmonic to make yourself feel like a refined man.
I don't like customer service, because I don't believe the customer should have to pay and help out too.
Beauty is like drink or comfort, once you get used to it, you stop paying attention.
