[repeated line] Ichabod Crane: I see.
The engine of ancient society was religion but the engine of contemporary society, as I see it, is advertising.
I see myself as an actor with a love of music.
I see myself at 7:30 in the morning and it's not too pretty.
The more I see of men the more I like dogs.
When I see my mom in the stands, it always pushes me to succeed.
My mom knows pretty well how I see her.
No, I don't see many movies. I don't even see my own movies.
I see myself first and foremost as a student of expression.
I see parody as another form of comedy.
I see wonderful films by Bertolucci, Visconti, and Fellini.
I see myself as an arbiter of taste.
We see in order to move; we move in order to see.
I see myself as like the lead singer of a band or something.
Prim and proper white women, I like what I see.
Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? I mean, I’ve always felt like the Katherines dump me right when they start to see what I look like from the inside—well, except K-19. But I always wonder ...
They can see everything they want to, but never forget that they cannot see beyond the distortion of their imagination where there is no color and everything exists in black and white. And that is why we will survive, because they do not have what is...
When the old way of seeing was displaced, a hollowness came into architecture. Our buildings show a constant effort to fill that void, to recapture that sense of life which was once to be found in any house or shed. Yet the sense of place is not to b...
I told them you hate herring.” “Why?” “And that you love plum cake. And that Ana Kuya took a switch to you when you ruined your spring slippers jumping in puddles.” I winced. “Why would you tell them all that?” “I wanted to make you h...
He wants her in his bedroom. And not in that way — no girl has ever been in his bedroom that way. It is his private space, his sanctuary. But he wants Clary there. He wants her to see him, the reality of him, not the image he shows the world. He wa...
Kevin looks at me and I know he isn’t seeing the little girl I use to be, all pigtails and gangly limbs. He isn’t seeing my mother’s daughter or even my mother anymore. As his eyes linger over me, stopping here and there in the most uncomfortab...
