There are occasions when I have moved boulders, but I'm reluctant to, especially ones that have been rooted in a place for many years.
When I see Liz Taylor with those Harry Winston boulders hanging from her neck I get nauseated. Not figuratively, but nauseated! All I can think of are how many dog shelters those diamonds could buy.
Joan of Arc is my namesake. I played her character while still in my teens, at a music festival held at the University of Colorado in Boulder.
I wrote my sonic meditations and started using them with students. I took a bunch of UCSD students out to Joshua Tree and we did the sonic meditations on the boulders.
You can't blame anyone else,. . . , no one but yourself. You have to make your own choices and live every agonizing day with the consequences of those choices.
The following doodle: a girl with pigtails is bent under the weight of a gigantic boulder. Her cheeks puff out, and her rounded lips expel steam. One widening steam cloud contains the word Pressure, darkly retraced.
I'm going to do anything and everything, remove every boulder, every hurdle and every problem out of my way to make my dreams come true.
Razo hopped back up and adopted a posture that said he was completely unruffled, never had been, and in fact was ready to do something manly like lift boulders or swallow live worms.
Then as I was wrestling as Terry Boulder. I was on a talk show with Lou Ferrigno, and I was actually bigger than he was! I went back to the dressing room that night and all of the wrestlers go 'Oh my God you're bigger than the hulk on TV' so they started calling me Terry 'The Hulk' Boulder.
I saw a sign in Boulder. It said, 'Live Music and Darts. ' Chicken wire isn't going to help at all.
May your boulders be your blessings. May you be able to embrace them. And may you find what's extraordinary in yourself.
When I discovered a new plant, I sat down beside it for a minute or a day, to make its acquaintance and hear what it had to tell. . . I asked the boulders I met, whence they came and whither they were going.
I have a very sedate life. How often do you see me at a bar in Boulder? I like Boulder. We just don't live that way.
I wanted to create comics as soon as a I learned humans were behind them, that they were not natural phenomena like trees and boulders.
Words can fall hard like a boulder loosed from a cliff. Words can drift unnoticed like a weed seed on a breeze. Words can sing.
There was a girl who could fly, a boy who had bees living inside him, a brother and sister who could lift boulders over their heads.
I would join Sisyphus in Hades and gladly push my boulder up the slope if only, each time it rolled back down, I were given a line of Aeschylus.
When a torrent sweeps a man against a boulder, you must expect him to scream, and you need not be surprised if the scream is sometimes a theory.
Life is also busy transporting and overturning the soils of earth, the stones, and the minerals. The miles-long drifts of sea kelp that float along our coasts may carry hundreds of tons of volcanic boulders held in their roots. I have followed these streams of life over 300 km, and seen them strand on granite beaches, throwing their boulders up on a 9,000 year old pile of basalt, all the hundreds of tons of which were carried there by kelp.
It would be worth the while if in each town there were a committee appointed to see that the beauty of the town received no detriment. If we have the largest boulder in the county, then it should not belong to an individual, nor be made into door-steps.
