Pop art is for everyone.
Here we have a baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.
No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.
Not so, however, with books, for books cannot change. A thousand years hence they are what you find them to-day, speaking the same words, holding forth the same cheer, the same promise, the same comfort; always constant, laughing with those who laugh and weeping with those who weep.
But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple-pie and cheese.
Books do actually consume air and exhale perfumes.
Let my temptation be a book, which I shall purchase, hold and keep.
Mother Teresas detractors have accused her of overemphasizing Calcuttans destitution and of coercing conversion from the defenseless. In the context of lost causes, Mother Teresa took on battles she knew she could win. Taken together, it seems to me, the criticisms of her work do not undermine or topple her overall achievement.
That day I carried the dream around like a full glass of water, moving gracefully so I would not lose any of it.
When you're convinced that you're right and you believe that you have the license to do anything because you're right, you can be bossy and you can be dangerous. You can be oppressive. You can be a tyrant.
For whatever reason, not all people are born with the particular gift of being able to express ourselves through music. And, believe me, it is a gift.