Himelstein Composer Quotes & Sayings

I don't tolerate anything that runs slowly. Whether it be a phone, tablet or computer, it has to run at optimum speed. — Joe Trohman

Because it's a fucking disaster to be creative when you know you're not Mozart or Keats. Dammit, I got tired of scratching around in my past. There's nothing in me to justify the pretension of creativity. This came before anything, before you, before Raquel, this is a matter of my own emptiness, my awareness of my own limits, maybe my sterility. Does what I'm saying to you seem awful? Now you want to come along and sell me an illusion, which I don't believe in but which does make me believe that either you're a fool or you underestimate my intelligence. Why don't you just leave me alone, so I can fill the emptiness in my own way? Let me see things for myself, learn if something can still grow in my soul, an idea, a faith, because I swear to you, Laura, my soul is more desolate than this rock landscape you see here ... why? — Carlos Fuentes

But as in wailing there's nought availing, And Death unfailing will strike the blow, Then for that reason, and for a season, Let us be merry before we go. — John Philpot Curran

Kansas had better stop raising corn and begin raising hell. — Mary Elizabeth Lease

It is a good discipline to be forced to work for work's sake, even to the length of not being allowed to enjoy the fruits of one's labour ... — Swami Vivekananda

When someone does something good, applaud! You will make two people happy. — Samuel Goldwyn

Leave tomorrow's troubles for tomorrow's men to solve. — Marion Zimmer Bradley

Sometimes you just have to put everything you got out
there and screw the consequences. Sometimes you have to jump and trust someone else to catch you. Sometimes you have to put your dignity
aside and beg — Robin Kaye

Taylor and Niall are watching their personal assistant prospects waiting to be interviewed.
"Leave them sitting there until one of them shows some initiative." Niall said.
Ten minutes ticked slowly by.
"I give in," Niall said. "They're all idiots."
Taylor laughed. "I'm intrigued now. How long are they going to sit there?"
"I suspect until they drop dead."
Five more minutes before Taylor heard Niall exhale in frustration, and then the door of the living room flew open and a chicken burst in.
"What the f**k?" Taylor gasped.
"Hi, everyone," the chicken said in a perky voice. "Thank goodness, I'm not too late. I had difficulty getting across the road." She laughed and then sighed when no one else joined in. They sat staring at her in mute shock. — Barbara Elsborg

She was always a loving mother who did what she thought was best. Sometimes that included hitting us with clothes hangers when we were young, but I'm sure we had it coming. To this day I have flashbacks when the dry cleaner asks me if I want my shirts folded or on hangers. I love my mom dearly, and thanks to her all my shirts now come home from the dry cleaner's folded. — Maz Jobrani

I'd read one too many crime novels where the victim was just a name: body number one, dead woman number 12. I understood fear, and I wanted to create characters who made readers say, 'Please, don't hurt this guy.' That's the key to suspense. It's easy to disgust a reader. It's much harder to make them care. — Mark Billingham