Take off all your clothes and walk down the street waving a machete and firing an Uzi, and terrified citizens will phone the police and report, There's a naked person outside!
Surfers are members of a different race of people from the man in the street
I always wanted to experience the street life because my teenage life in Aberdeen was so boring. But I was never really independent enough to do it. I applied for food stamps, lived under the bridge, and built a fort at the cedar mill.
When it comes to the street-art world, there are a lot of people who realize if they go out and put up a few pieces of street art and photograph them really well, even if their locations weren't actually that high-profile or dangerous, with the level of exposure they get from the Internet, with a large audience, they can maintain that rebel cache by having it be theoretically documented street art.
you see, we live in a cold climate and are not permitted to kiss on the street so I made up a song that wasn't true. I made up a song called Marriage.
In the United States, you can put on a cowboy hat and join the country-western neighborhood. If you're down below 14th Street in New York City, that's bohemian; that's left-wing.
You don’t know what a trial it is to be —like me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me.
Your mission statement says Galer Street is based on global "connectitude. " (You people don't just think outside the box, you think outside the dictionary!)
What are the odds that people will make smart decisions about money if they don't need to make smart decisions--if they can get rich making dumb decisions? The incentives on Wall Street were all wrong; they're still all wrong.
But even now, when people see me in the street, they point upwards to the sky.
To me it's a two-way street. They're good to me, and I'm good to them. It's a natural thing for me to love people, and I think people sense it. . . . I am secure with the kind of person I am. I don't feel like I'm better than anyone, but I'm just as good as anyone.
My young friend, I wish that science would intoxicate you as much as our good Göttingen beer! Upon seeing a student staggering down a street.
You know, it's a funny thing about writers. Most people don't stop to think of books being written by people much like themselves. They think that writers are all dead long ago--they don't expect to meet them in the street or out shopping. They know their stories but not their names, and certainly not their faces. And most writers like it that way.
But at some point, you know that you know what poem keeps going through my mind is, "first they came for the Jews. " People, all of us, are like, "Well, this news doesn't really affect me. " "Well, I'm not a bondholder. " "Well, I'm not in the banking industry. " "Well, I'm not a big CEO. " "Well, I'm not on Wall Street. " "Well, I'm not a car dealer. " "I'm not an auto worker. " Gang, at some point, they're going to come for you!
I think of [street food] as the antidote to fast food; it's the clear alternative to the king, the clown and the colonel.
It's impossible to predict which paintings will last and which won't. In New Orleans I painted on a dilapidated shop in a street littered with abandoned cars and rotting mattresses, then two hours later the piece was gone. It turned out I'd picked the side of a crack house and the proprietor didn't like the attention.
Fighting George Foreman is like being in the street with an 18-wheeler coming at you.
But some things are the same. My mother still owns the house I grew up in, on what would now be called a cul de sac, but which the sign on the corner called a dead end street.
It's fun to have a crush on somebody, even one that lasts only fifteen seconds. In New York I can go down the street and have a crush on somebody coming toward me, and then she walks by and the crush disappears. It's quite pleasant.
My grandfather stood beside me and looked across the street, too. "No, Bryce," he said softly. "She's the same as she's always been; you're the one who's changed. " He clapped his hand on my shoulder and whispered, "And son, from here on out, you'll never be the same again.