I've always been a bit flip.
It was so ridiculous. We were just sitting there, thinking about how ridiculous it was because we literally had stray hairs on us. The camera couldn't pick up all the details, but we had some crazy things. We had huge slabs of fat on us and bits of nails and hair. It was disgusting. But, there's also the beautiful parts of it.
While I was drawn to the Renaissance, my first (unpublished) novels took place in modern times. When the subject of alchemy started creeping into my stories, an astute mentor observed that the bits about alchemy might fit better in another time frame. When I finally decided to weave the pieces about the medieval science into historical settings, a successful novel began to emerge. (And I dusted off that art history book, and put it to use once again. )
In art there is only one thing that counts: the bit that cannot be explained.
How ya doin'?' I always think, What kind of a question is that?, and I always reply, 'A bit early to tell.
The funny thing is, I've never really hurt myself in an action movie. I've done 'Wanted,' 'X-Men,' 'Welcome To The Punch,' even 'Trance' to a certain extent has little bits of action and stuff, but I've never really hurt myself at all - not even like a sprained ankle.
I don't know if embarrassed is the right word, about pop, but I prefer the abstract and the distorted in music. And I keep writing these proper melodies and harmonies, and they're the bits that get thrown out of the records! And I have quite a collection.
We mathematicans are all a bit crazy.
Everything you do, every experience that you have, enlightens you a little bit or worsens you.
He has to take me as I am, broken bits and all.
She wanted him to see all of her and also none of her. She wanted him to be dazzled by the bits and blinded by the whole. She wanted him to see her whole and not in pieces. She had hopes that were hard to satisfy.
I tend to fly a bit under the radar.
If we all aim to love ourselves, every bit, we will become love and radiate beauty to all those around us.
In imitation is a bit suicide.
As a child I did a lot of imaginary bits, you know. It depends on the individual, I enjoyed then knocking the nail in, I enjoy knocking nails in walls to hang pictures up, but I also enjoy thinking 'I'm gonna do that' but I actually won't do it, I enjoy imagining doing things just as much.
It's a bit disconcerting being treated like Madonna.
A little bit of this, a little bit of that. I never had any specific style.
You can do this" I murmured. "You are my brother. I love you. All the embarrassing bits, all the annoying bits, which I imagine is most of you--a thousand Zias might run away from you if they knew the truth. But I won't. I'll still be here.
Do not push so fast ahead, do slow down a bit! Otherwise you won't catch up with yourselves.
I love a bit of drama. That's a bad thing. I can flip really quickly.