Brad Green, almost overnight, became the poster boy for the common Wall Street tale - proving once again that greed, most definitely, kills. Giving away about 99% of his fortune was also front page news, but Green barely blinked at having to scrape b...
Fear envelops bones like new skin, envelops blood with night’s skin, the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet - it is not your hair but the terror in your head, like long hair made of vertical nails, and what you see are not shattered streets,...
I realized that with everything I did from that point onward, I would have to ask myself this question: "How would I feel if what I'm doing right now is written up on the front page of the Wall Street Journal or the New York Times or if it is on tele...
Bud Fox: Hi, Marv. Marv: [sarcastically] Oh, hi. Say, why don't YOU get the hell out of MY office! Bud Fox: I know I've been a bit of a schmuck lately and I just want to apologize. Marv: You've been a *real* schmuck lately. So go thou and sin no more...
Patrick Bateman: Don't you want to know what I do? Christie: No. No, not really. Patrick Bateman: Well, I work on Wall Street... for Pierce & Pierce. Have you heard of it? [the girls shake their heads. Patrick's jaw tightens] Christie: You have a rea...
Street artists need to get back to actually doing things on the streets instead of in the galleries where they all seem to be ending up. I hope this term 'street artist' falls from the face of the earth, in my honest opinion.
I think when people say 'real hip-hop,' they want it more buried in the streets. They want it more connected to the streets and the grime and the roughness of the streets. They don't want the fluff.
[last lines] Man in the street: I'm ready to [beep] Man in the street: my [beep] Man in the street: on. OK? I'm ready to get busy too. You know, I'm ready to get *busy*.
Do not tear down the east wall to repair the west.
Beware a rickety wall, a savage dog, and a quarrelsome person.
Walls have ears, and little pots too.
From when I was a really small girl on, I would pick every fabric, every color on the walls, and I was always redecorating. Like once every couple of months I would redecorate my room. I had a full wall that was all collage - the entire wall - when I...
Pink: [singing] Daddy's flown across the ocean. Leaving just a memory. A snapshot in the family album. Daddy, what else did you leave for me? Daddy, what'd ya leave behind for me? All in all, it was just a brick in the wall. All in all, it was all ju...
Street angel, house devil.
The streets of London are paved with gold.
I forgot to get you a present . . . On purpose.
I am hitting my head against the walls, but the walls are giving way.
I'm talking to the door, but I want the walls to hear me.
Walls have ears, paper sliding doors have eyes.
Fortune is like a wall that falls on those who lean on it.
Leave a great talker in the middle of the street.
