Stressing the God-centered life can lead to an otherworldly withdrawal from everyday earthly life.
I've been wrestling with reality for most of my life. I'm pleased to say I've won.
I was walking down fifth avenue today and I found a wallet, and I was gonna keep it, rather than return it, but I thought: well, if I lost a hundred and fifty dollars, how would I feel? And I realized I would want to be taught a lesson.
They have a sign at the beach, "no glass bottles". I think that's so the other sand particles don't feel like underachievers.
I don't know if I was put on this Earth for a purpose or not. But I'm fairly confident that I'll be taken off of it for one.
I lent a friend of mine $10,000 for plastic surgery and now I don't know what he looks like.
I got in a fight one time with a really big guy, and he said, 'I'm going to mop the floor with your face. ' I said, 'You'll be sorry. ' He said, 'Oh, yeah? Why?' I said, 'Well, you won't be able to get into the corners very well. '
Rhyme is cool again. It's because of hip-hop. Bless you, hip-hop.
The words graphic designer, architect, or industrial designer stick in my throat, giving me a sense of limitation, of specialisation within the specialty, of a relationship to society and form itself that is unsatisfactory and incomplete. This inadequate set of terms to describe an active life reveals only partially the still undefined nature of the designer.
Indie film isn’t dead. It just grew up.
As an artist, where do you conjure these concepts? They come through you instead of through cognitive thought.