Of what is the body made? It is made of emptiness and rhythm. At the ultimate heart of the body, at the heart of the world, there is no solidity. Once again, there is only the dance.
I don't want words that other people have invented. All the words are other people's inventions. I want my own stuff, my own rhythm, and vowels and consonants too, matching the rhythm and all my own.
Every thing and every human action revolves in rhythm.
Rhythm and timing are the two things which we all must have, yet no one knows how to teach either.
The freeway experience. . . is the only secular communion Los Angeles has. Mere driving on the freeway is in no way the same as participating in it. Anyone can "drive" on the freeway, and many people with no vocation for it do, hesitating here and resisting there, losing the rhythm of the lane change, thinking about where they came from and where they are going. Actual participation requires total surrender, a concentration so intense as to seem a kind of narcosis, a rapture-of-the-freeway. The mind goes clean. The rhythm takes over.
The natural rhythm of human life is routine punctuated by orgies.
The mathematics of rhythm are universal. They don't belong to any particular culture.
Throughout, the work of Tyndale formed the foundation, and more than anyone else he established the rhythms and furnished much of the language which is familiar to us in the Authorised Version.
We have to slow the rhythm of rush in our lives so that the best of who are can emerge.
I find that the rhythm of going on long walks will suggest melodies.
Performing comedy, you develop a rhythm of ideas and laughs. I live for it.
My concern is with the rhythms of nature I work inside out, like nature.
The sculptor must search with passionate intensity for the underlying principle of the organisation of mass and tension - the meaning of gesture and the structure of rhythm.
The biggest challenge for me was Get Rhythm. I don't know why.
Wherever you find a sentence musically worded, of true rhythm and melody in the words, there is something deep and good in the meaning also.
Honestly, I can't understand English poetry. Because I am not an English speaker, when I read it I never know how to read it in the right rhythm.
As comedy presents the vital rhythm of self-preservation, tragedy exhibits that of self-consummation.
I'm too big a fan of rhythm and editing. I'd much rather my editing be brave than my shooting.
You change the rhythm of the talk and respoonse and you change the rhythm between the talk and the response.
Perhaps of all the most basic elements of music, rhythm most directly affects our central nervous system.