Isn't death the boundary we need? Doesn't it give a precious texture to life, a sense of definition? You have to ask yourself whether anything you do in this life would have beauty and meaning without the knowledge you carry of a final line, a border or limit.
I love the way men smell. I love the way they taste, their texture, the way they're built.
Artists are losing the choice to use film. People have a love for it - the grain, how it feels, the texture.
Volume in your hair is sexy, and it doesn't necessarily have to be that Brigitte Bardot kind of volume - it's just that nice texture up top that gives it some life and body to it.
The best poem is that whose worked-upon unmagical passages come closest, in texture and intensity, to those moments of magical accident.
I'm obsessed with textures. We're surrounded by so much vinyl that I find myself constantly in pursuit of other textures. One time I removed all the hair from a mouse with Nair-Hair just to see what it looked like. And it looked beautiful.
The shape and texture of fruit is sensuous and fascinating, but the true delight blossoms when you experience the flavor of these colorful gifts of nature.
I abstract it in my photographs: I like large planes and spaces, areas of texture and light, like deserts or oceans or monumental places.
What I'm dealing with is sound. I don't pretend to be dealing with music. I'm just dealing with sound elements, textures and sounds.
I love playing the melodic stuff. I love adding textures and colors.
I happen to love coconut, particularly for that sweet and crunchy texture it adds to any dish.
The photographer has almost as much control over his subject matter as a painter. He can control light and shade, form and space, pattern and texture, motion and mood, everything except composition.
The imagination is of so delicate a texture that even words wound it.
Living in a rural setting exposes you to so many marvelous things - the natural world and the particular texture of small-town life, and the exhilarating experience of open space.
It was an odd friendship, but the oddnesses of friendships are a frequent guarantee of their lasting texture.
Books smell. Musty and rich. The knowledge gained from a computer, it has no texture, no context. It's there and then it's gone. If it's to last, then the getting of knowledge should be tangible, it should be. . . smelly.
Words, particularly in a play, should have the texture of a crisp, autumn apple.
Men have always been the victims of trifles, but when they were uncomfortable and passionate, and in constant danger, they hardly had time to notice what the daily texture of their thoughts was in their calm intervals, whereas with us the intervals are all.
Lyrically, I could be so much sharper. Melodically, I could be so much stickier. Musically, I could have so much more texture. So I'm constantly doing that, trying to find new ways to mix things up.
Sampling is kind of prehistoric, given the technology and the textures you can create.