Still in my coat and hat, I sank onto the stair to read the letter. (I never read without making sure I am in a secure position. I have been like this ever since the age of seven when, sitting on a high wall and reading The Water Babies, I was so sed...
Patrick: You know that girl we did last week? The one with the potatoes. Stan: That girl? Yeah, that's this guy's girl. Patrick: Yeah. Stan: Right... Was. Took care of that. Patrick: Well uh, I kind of fell in love with her that night. Stan: What? Yo...
I'm going to treat myself to one of these as a reward for not knocking himself unconscious with a skillet.
Male domination is so rooted in our collective unconscious that we no longer even see it.
Man is a marble piece; unlike Michelangelo's masterpieces, man is unconsciously carved and imperfectly shaped by the nature!
It's my own personal unconscious that ultimately creates the novel's aesthetic facade.
A life lived of choice is a life of conscious action. A life lived of chance is a life of unconscious creation.
Expelled from individual consciousness by the rush of change, history finds its revenge by stamping the collective unconsciousness with habits and values.
He who is unconscious of the ties which connect him with every individual of his species feels no obligation to make sacrifices for their welfare or happiness.
Man is firmly convinced that he is awake; in reality he is caught in a net of sleep and dreams which he has unconsciously woven himself.
I paint what cannot be photographed, that which comes from the imagination or from dreams, or from an unconscious drive.
As we let our light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence actually liberates others.
The un-conscious distortion of the facts is almost harmless compared to the unconscious neglect of an animal's mental life until it verges on the unusual and marvelous.
A man lives not only his personal life, as an individual, but also, consciously or unconsciously, the life of his epoch and his contemporaries.
Most humans are but beasts and bitches, till the One in All - this unconscious seeking, and conscious finding of it - 'em itches.
Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.
The alternative to rule is not freedom but the unconstitutional (and often unconscious) tyranny of the most selfish member.
Our unconscious is not more animal than our conscious, it is often even more human.
The multilevel, the conscious and the unconscious, is natural when I write scripts, when I come up with ideas and stories.
The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter - in the eye.
'The Master and Margarita' is deeply to do with the unconscious. It is a story about a man who writes a story in a time when he's not supposed to write that story: the story of Pontius Pilate.
