I couldn't watch Tom and Jerry. The cruelty was too much. I had all these strange images, of tiny animals, all mixed up.
A thick, intense fog was rolling in from the ocean, which created long, strange shadows to form like creatures of their own kind.
If you can capture a woman's imagination, then you will have her. But imagination is a strange creature. It needs time and distance to function properly.
We have this idea of artists being on the fringe and being debauched and strange. I don't think that people who commit themselves to classical arts should be exempt from that.
I was saying earlier that it's really strange - you can almost step outside yourself and observe yourself running, and that's what I was doing.
It might seem strange to start a book with av ending. But all endings are also beginnings. We just dont know it at the time
I've always been excited by the strangeness of ballet, but I can't bear it when people just come forward and do a turn in the air for no reason.
I'm pretty convinced there's a chemical reality to who I am, regarding my brain, that makes me kind of a strange guy.
I like the fact that kids are willing to be imaginative and go along with me when I'm telling strange tales.
Strange, though I am saved from sin, I am not saved from sinning.
It's a very sweet and often problematic situation where people feel like they know me and they're concerned for me. It creates these strange little intimate moments.
Is it not strange that while we have an opportunity to choose Positive over Negative, Joy over Sorrow, we often choose the latter? -RVM
It is strange - people chase and hoard money, and even cheat the world to become rich only to finally leave it all behind.-RVM
Is it not strange that while we have an opportunity to choose Positive over Negative, Joy over Sorrow, we often choose the latter?
I have a strange habit of walking down streets and staring up, rather than looking at shopfronts and stuff like that.
I try so hard not to think that I am a stranger in a strange land. But I know that I stand out.
I don't want a perfect character, I want a character who has, as strange as it sounds, some humanity, some flaws, some needs.
Initially with The Butcher Boy, there was this kid growing up in this strange, weird environment that I remember from when I was a kid. And Patrick's vision was so complete there.
Within these strangely specific conditions, everything is perfect. We are perfect.
I have fallen into an abyss. I live in a world so curious, so strange. Of the dream that was my life, this is my nightmare.
A strangely reflective, even melancholy day. Is that because, unlike our cousins in the northern hemisphere, Easter is not associated with the energy and vitality of spring but with the more subdued spirit of autumn?
