Unitards Dance Quotes & Sayings

I like fiction and the kind of history that gives the grace and flavor of fiction to the past. No bloviation on current events, please. I can write that junk myself. — P. J. O'Rourke

That's the problem, two of us with issues, insecurities and baggage.' He put on a high-pitched whiny voice. 'Does my hair look OK, did I wear the right shoes, does my breath smell, does my bum look big?'
'Not all girls have those issues.'
'I wasn't talking about her, I was talking about me — Holly Martin

What I've got here are my own constraints. I'm challenging myself, using found objects and making stuff that throws all this computational capacity at, you know, these trivial problems, like car-driving Elmo clusters and seashell toaster-robots. We have so much capacity that the trivia expands to fill it. And all that capacity is junk-capacity, it's leftovers. There's enough computational capacity in a junkyard to launch a space-program, and that's by design. Remember the iPod? Why do you think it was so prone to scratching and going all gunky after a year in your pocket? Why would Apple build a handheld technology out of materials that turned to shit if you looked at them cross-eyed? It's because the iPod was only meant to last a year! — Cory Doctorow

Sometimes, you like to let the hair do the talking! — James Brown

Said I'll make it big when, everybody know me
Well, I made it big and, everybody phony — Mac Miller

I'd earned over a million dollars by the time I was old enough to vote. — Brian Wilson

The reason there are so many stupid people is because it's illegal to kill them. — John Wayne

Focus upon the things that are desired rather than those elements that are undesirable. — Steven Redhead

The attention that's being projected by men who simply watch you walking down the street, in the office, or in bed, in most cases, is going to be extremely destructive. — Frederick Lenz

In fireworks are released, all the explosive pyrotechnics of a dream. The inflammable desires, dampened by day under the cold water of consciousness, are ignited at night by the libertarian matches of sleep, and burst forth in showers of shimmering incandescence. These imaginary displays provide a temporary relief. — Kenneth Anger