The strong live off the weak and the clever live off the strong.
Poetry is when words are robbed of their attributed truth.
Art is beautiful but it is hard, like a religion without a purpose.
As a boy,I was extremely shy, certainly as a result of my upbringing. I was an expert blusher,and some of my harsh actions may echo this shyness by way of compensation.
You become an artist to upset your family.
Color will play no part in the art of future.
Being covered in white paint ,you demonstrate behaviour intended to create a public nuisance,which did in fact cause offence to members of the public ,and created a breach of the peace and public order.
The entire history of science is a progression of exploded fallacies.
What good am I? I can't have kids. I can't cook. I've been divorced three times. Who would want me?
Even in ancient times, people would unite to a beat. Now we have the internet and events worldwide, our frequency can be shared. Everyone can express themselves to the planet.
Morse stared morosely at the blotting paper. "It's just not my sort of case, Lewis. I know it's not a very nice thing to say, but I just get on better when we've got a body - a body that died from unnatural causes. That's all I ask. And we haven't got a body.