Juodojo Kaspino Quotes & Sayings

The idea of being close to where pigments were mined - that's the first thing in making a painting, getting the material. And what's the last thing you do in making a painting? You put a frame around it. — Susan Vreeland

Re-use is a necessity, but it should be a natural reflex, and find the right "tipping point. — Pearl Zhu

I view cats as more like wild animals. We feed it, but a lot of times it's not eating the food because it's murdering other animals outside and eating their meat. — Jake M. Johnson

My family's dreams about a future unfettered by the limitations imposed by "who you know" and dependent only on "what you know" was possible only in this beautiful land. Their — Mindy Kaling

She was alive, and she was stuck in this fucking tunnel, and she had just broken a fuck of a hex ward, and now she was going to have to walk through the toad-door into who-the-fuck-knew-what with someone who touched her only under duress. Some days it just didn't pay to get out of bed. — Stacia Kane

Beyond the bordering weeds a fence strangled in limp dilapidation, and from the weeds beside it the handles of a plow stood at a gaunt angle while its shard rusted peacefully in the undergrowth, and other implements rusted half concealed there - skeletons of labor healed over by the earth they were to have violated, kinder than they. — William Faulkner

Politics, like theater, is one of those things where you've got to be wise enough to know when to leave. — Richard Lamm

In the night the eyes are partly closed, or retire into the head. Other senses take the lead. The walker is guided as well by the sense of smell. Every plant and field and forest emits its odor now, - swamp-pink in the meadow, and tansy in the road; and there is the peculiar dry scent of corn which has begun to show its tassels. The senses both of hearing and smelling are more alert. We hear the tinkling of rills which we never detected before. — Henry David Thoreau

Most people would have found it grotesque, but when you're in love nothing is so abstract or horrible that it can't be thought of as cute. — David Sedaris

When the author admits to Christians that he was not a Christian himself, he says their dialogue became distant and rehearsed, like a pitch for Ginsu knives. — Kevin Roose