Stevie Wonder always smells so good. . . I'm like a DEA dog, I can smell people a block away!
I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartets, chamber music, and cantatas.
Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.
The dubious privilege of a freelance writer is he’s given the freedom to starve anywhere.
The main obligation is to amuse yourself.
I guess I'm just an old mad scientist at bottom. Give me an underground laboratory, half a dozen atom-smashers, and a beautiful girl in a diaphanous veil waiting to be turned into a chimpanzee, and I care not who writes the nation's laws.
If, at the close of business each evening, I myself can understand what I've written, I feel the day hasn't been totally wasted.
Fashion has a right to exist, because it permits the people to define themselves over and over again.
In our own time it has been seen. . . that simple children, roughly brought up in the wilderness, have begun to draw by themselves, impelled by their own natural genius, instructed solely by the example of these beautiful paintings and sculptures of Nature.
I put a mustache and some eyebrows on, and I looked just like Nicolas Cage. . . . We have the same amazingly handsome good looks.
There's no "should" or "should not" when it comes to having feelings. They're part of who we are and their origins are beyond our control. When we can believe that, we may find it easier to make constructive choices about what to do with those feelings.