Highest of heights, I climb this mountain and feel one with the rock and grit and solitude echoing back at me.
I believe innately in the human spirit being a powerful and positive thing. And that just comes out, whether you like it or not. It comes out in the writing.
The most offensive thing that ever occurred in 'The New Yorker' would be, like, the mildest thing at a Chris Rock concert.
So don't you worry your pretty little mind because people throw rocks at things that shine. [Ours]
Being in a rock band, I feel a certain responsibility to have a weird haircut. I mean, who else gets to do that?
Once I walked out of my house into to the Puerto Rican Day parade. It was usually a five-minute walk to work, but that day it took me a half-hour to get to 30 Rock.
Growing up, I fantasized about being a rock musician and that somehow it would be really easy. I didn't realize that it's so much work.
So in this Hemisphere when the moon goes down, I sit in one of those all-night-into-mornings cafes, watching short short skies below the skyscrapers and low-rises and sense the big turntables turning and the roadies setting up from stadium to stadium...
Swear to God, for someone so obsessed with music, she’s borderline tone deaf. But trying to describe how I felt watching her dance around and sing would be like trying to build a skyscraper with my bare hands. It made me want to marry her. Made me ...
Left alone, I am overtaken by the northern void-no wind, no cloud, no track, no bird, only the crystal crescents between peaks, the ringing monuments of rock that, freed from the talons of ice and snow, thrust an implacable being into the blue. In th...
A loud boom exploded the air, making Thomas jump. It was followed by a horrible crunching, grinding sound. He stumbled backward, fell to the ground. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it for himself. The enormous stone wall to the right o...
Mom: [Driving Mason Jr. home from school] Your teacher said you're behind on your homework assignments. Mason: No, I did them, they were just sitting in my backpack. Mom: So, why didn't you turn them in? Mason: She never asked for them. Mom: Well, ho...
Sloth: Mama! Mama Fratelli: Come to mama Slothy, come on hmm? Sloth: Mama, you've been bad. Mama Fratelli: Oh, Slothy. I may have been bad. I may have kept you chained up in that room but it was for your own good. Sloth: Yeah! Mama Fratelli: You reme...
People like you are the reason this album needed to be written in the first place. When you’ve got your salary, and your cosy little ivory tower, you’re dead happy to spout off about artistic integrity and us getting there together. But the minut...
Manny: ¡Ay, Dios mío! ¡Mira eso! Look at that one. That one right there in the pink. She's beautiful, man. Look at those titties. Tony Montana: Look at that punk with her. What's he got that I don't have? Manny: [smiling] Well, he's very handsome,...
These are the people who will encourage you to go after your dreams and will inspire you to succeed. Stick to them like a barnacle to a rock.
The little flowers grew everywhere around the rocks, and no one had asked them to grow, or me to grow.
Without imagination, writing is a stack of lumber, a sack of nails, and a locked tool shed.
A pet rock is a serious commitment and too much responsibility for a ten year old to handle on his own
Let me not anchor you to a bed of weary rocks, but let me be the kite’s string that guides you in your flight.
Her metaphors for her children included barnacles encrusting a ship and limpets clinging to a rock.
