Ashbery At North Quotes & Sayings

These people were the first to master a new kind of late twentieth-century life. They thrived on the rapid turnover of acquaintances, the lack of involvement with others, and the total self-sufficiency of lives which, needing nothing, were never disappointed. — J.G. Ballard

I could deal with hate and fear, but for the love of all that's right in the world, don't fake like me. Life was too short to waste energy faking anything. — Donna Augustine

the sleeves of my chocolate-scented T-shirt. — Carole Matthews

I can get us a body," Ivy said — Kim Harrison

There can be little question that the tall building presents one of the most difficult challenges to the architect. — Martin Filler

We see the judges look like lions, but we do not see who moves them. — John Selden

Most of my films seem to be about people bewildered by the world around them, who don't fit into it and are trying to understand it. — Roger Michell

I believe you should find at least two hours of every day to spend doing the things that make you happy and relieve stress. I try to wake up a little early so I have an hour to work out and try to allow at least an hour a day to hang with friends. — Jill Wagner

Dream on it, think on it, ink on it, speak on it ... then proceed to bring on it. Fulfillment is ordered to find you. Shine time! — T.F. Hodge

In 1980, Atari was bringing in around two billion dollars in revenue and Chuck E. Cheese's some five hundred million. I still didn't feel too bad that I had turned down a one-third ownership of Apple - although I was beginning to think it might turn out to be a mistake. — Nolan Bushnell

I do remember a lot of teachers saying I would do well on TV, as I have a 'modern look,' but I never knew how to take that. — Jonas Armstrong

Love is never worthless. Never believe that your love makes no difference. Even if you can't see its impact, the impact is there, if only in the way that it affects your own soul. — Ovadya Ben Malka

At North Farm"

Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you,
At incredible speed, traveling day and night,
Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents, through narrow passes.
But will he know where to find you,
Recognize you when he sees you,
Give you the thing he has for you?

Hardly anything grows here,
Yet the granaries are bursting with meal,
The sacks of meal piled to the rafters.
The streams run with sweetness, fattening fish;
Birds darken the sky. Is it enough
That the dish of milk is set out at night,
That we think of him sometimes,
Sometimes and always, with mixed feelings? — John Ashbery