Men admire the man who can organize their wishes and thoughts in stone and wood and steel and brass.
Part 1- In search of Hot Chocolate-Chip Cookies
I blame Jeb for letting you be such a smart aleck. ” I stared at her. “I blame you for altering my DNA! I mean, I have wings, lady! What were you thinking?
Yeah,” said Iggy. “But what now? Let’s do something fun. ” I guess being on the run from bloodthirsty Erasers and insane scientists wasn’t enough fun for him. Kids today are so spoiled.
Do I open it? Do I open it? Of course I freaking open it!
My life would never contain a convenient, pain-saving plan when it could stretch a problem out into an endless agony of uncertainty and torture.
What are you doing in there, waxing your mustache?” Iggy yelled, pounding on the bathroom door. I yanked the door open and pushed him backward hard, making him stagger. “I don’t have a mustache, you idiot!” Iggy giggled and put his arms up to protect himself in case I punched him. “And you know what?” I added. “You don’t have one either. Well, maybe in a couple years. You can always hope. ” I left him in the hallway, anxiously fingering his upper lip.
When I was little, I used to adore gold. It was something special.
Vegetarians may be appalled, but much of gardening is actually raising animals: the tiny ones under the earth's surface
Life’s never a postcard of life, is it? It never feels like how you’d want it to look.
A lot of it's experimental, spontaneous. It's about knocking about in the studio and bumping into things.