O, how much simpler things would be If eyes could paint or brush could see.
Okay," I said. "I'd hoped to avoid this, but. . . Bill, I rescind your invitation into my house. " Bill began walking backward to the door, a helpless look on his face, and my brush still in his hand. Eric grinned at him triumphantly. "Eric," I said, and his smile faded. "I rescind your invitation into my house. " And backward he went, out my door and off my porch. The door slammed shut behind (or maybe in front of?) them.
Sleep is no longer a healing bath, a recuperation of vital forces, but an oblivion, a nightly brush with annihilation.
It's stupid to miss a thing when there are so many people to miss instead, but I miss this train already, and all the others that carried me through the city, my city, after I was brave enough to ride them. I brush my fingers over the car wall, just once, and then jump.
Yes, I'm too mad to punish you right now. We'll talk about it when we get home. Go brush your teeth, comb your hair, put on dry clothes, and get the guns. We're going to Wal-Mart.
When you brush your teeth, I'll squeeze the toothpaste.
With the brush we merely tint, while the imagination alone produces colour.
To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.
You try to leave and I will hunt you down. " Relief poured through her, but she smacked at his thigh with the back of her brush. "Like a rabid dog? Very romantic.
Messi and Neymar will create beauty - just like Picasso's paint brush. I still believe Messi is the best in the world. He has a special magic and is more of a team player than Cristiano. Never before has there been such a difference between the King and the next.
When I woke the next morning in my room at White's Motel, I showered and stood naked in front of the mirror, watching myself solemnly brush my teeth. I tried to feel something like excitement but came up only with a morose unease. Every now and then I could see myself-truly see myself-and a sentence would come to me, thundering like a god into my head, and as I saw myself then in front of that tarnished mirror what came was 'the woman with the hole in her heart'. That was me.
I do a chimichurri sauce with garlic, parsley, olive oil, and red and black pepper. You just mince the garlic and the parsley and mix it all together. Brush a little of that on a steak and it kicks it up, like, 10 notches.
Daft as a brush? I'm daft, but I'm not daft as a brush!
Rhetoric paints with a broad brush.
To be honest, that whole exchange with Crunk Feminist actually made me write the song because I realize there's a lot of young women out there so hurt by the misogynistic images in hip-hop they paint it with such a broad brush stroke that they think anybody that defends hip-hop is defending misogyny.
Take your brush here and there like a bee in an alpine meadow. In other words, don't laboriously work on or try to finish off one particular part. Paint promiscuously.
When you don't know how to pick up a brush, you don't know anything; at that moment you're an artist. I'll simply say, 'If you know less, you're better off as an artist.
I've learned to brush off many things.
I have to brush my teeth before I go on stage otherwise I don't feel smart enough.
I never draw except with brush and paint.
