We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!
Many of Bonnard's later paintings are shot through with a powerful sense of morbidity. The self-portraits he painted after catching sight of himself in the various mirrors in the house - the mirror in the bathroom or the mirror in his bedroom, still lit from above by a single accusatory light bulb - are almost appallingly raw.
What am I? Am I the bulb that carries the light, or am I the light of which the bulb is a vehicle?
[Locating, from scratch, the gene related to a disease is like] trying to find a burned-out light bulb in a house located somewhere between the East and West coasts without knowing the state, much less the town or street the house is on.
I never once failed at making a light bulb. I just found out 99 ways not to make one.
Bulb: potential flower buried in Autumn, never to be seen again.
Give yourself five minutes to consider how you can turn a miserable situation to your benefit and that light bulb is going to click on.
I didn't fail 1000 times. The light bulb was an invention with 1000 steps.
How many people does it take to change a searchlight bulb?
You think maybe if you just work harder and faster, you can hold off the chaos, but then one day you’re changing a patio light bulb with a five-year life span and you realize how you’ll only be changing this light maybe ten more times before you’ll be dead.
How many amoebas does it take to screw in a light bulb? One, no two! No four!. . . no eight!
Truth, like the burgeoning of a bulb under the soil, however deeply sown, will make its way to the light.
A light bulb creates an environment by its mere presence.
I'm glad. . . that Edison didn't give up on the light bulb. That Luther refused to back down. That Michelangelo kept painting. That Lindbergh kept flying.
What advice would I give the average homeowner to protect himself against burglars? Well, the first thing is to keep a light on in the house when you go out. It must be at least a sixty-watt bulb; anything less and the burglar will ransack the house, out of contempt for the wattage.
Mostly I straddle reality and the imagination. My reality needs imagination like a bulb needs a socket. My imagination needs reality like a blind man needs a cane.
We now have a president who tries to save money by turning off lights in the White House, even as he heads toward a staggering addition to the national debt. "L. B. J. " should stand for Light Bulb Johnson.
We are all exposed to the flash bulb of death.
How many Zen masters does it take to screw in a light bulb? The plum tree in the garden!
So if you ever felt something behind you, when you weren't even one, like welcome heat, like a bulb, like a sun, trying to shine right across the universe - it was me. Always me. It was me. It was me.