My idea of perfect happiness is a healthy family, peace between nations, and all the critics die.
It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
Paint with whatever material you please - with pipes, postage stamps, postcards or playing cards, painted paper, or newspapers.
Without artists, the sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed.
I hate artists who are not of their time.
We cannot carry our father's corpse with us everywhere we go.
One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.
By playing down to the idea of the common man, dogmatic political authority exploits him. . . So the ideal of innate aristocracy of which hour forefathers dreamed is betrayed for votes in the name of democracy.
Click. Boom. Amazing!
Hold'em - like life itself - has its defining moment. It's the flop. When you see the flop, you're looking at 71 percent of your hand, and the cost is only a single round of betting.
I seem to have fallen for women with missing parents. Goodness knows what it signifies.