Wetness In Ears Quotes & Sayings

With Gnaw I was thinking about traditional sculpture, about carving. I was also interested in figurative sculpture. I put those two ideas together and decided that rather than describing the body, I would use the body, my body, as a tool for making art. — Janine Antoni

Oooo ... He's being a saucy motherfu*ker tonight. He does wrong and I'm the one who gets treated like the whore of Babylon. Fine, he wants a show I'll give him a damn show. — S.K. Logsdon

With fear, you crawl on the ground; without fear, you fly in the skies! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

We don't want to read a book. We want to live an experience. — Carolyn Wheat

If I paid $3 or $4 for a cigar, first I'd sleep with it. — George Burns

We all have our own road to walk. Whether rocky, curving, straight or smooth, what good is a lonely road? It's when we run and intersect with other roads that defines our road. When road meets road do we get direction, and choices to cross into another life. — Anthony Liccione

Civilization is in fact the longest story of all. Civilization can persist through a series of economies. — Fernand Braudel

Someone spilled the ink on the canvas. Now boasts: "I painted the night". — Rabindranath Tagore

When your breath is slow and deep, your mind calm, raise your hands and focus on your palms. You will feel the subtle energy that connects body and mind: LifeParticles. — Ilchi Lee

If the other fellow sells cheaper than you, it is called dumping. 'Course, if you sell cheaper than him, that's mass production. — Will Rogers

He had a marvelously versatile gift for forgetting things. — Heywood Broun

There is nothing outside the universe — Lee Smolin

Her voice was soft and numinous, as befitted any Aizian singer, yet it was not just bells and melody. There was something else in her tune, a strand of solemnity that no Aizian could possess, for it yearned for something far away, whereas Aizians needed only open their eyes to behold the greatest wonders. Yes, she was in Aizai now, but she hadn't always been, and for how much longer was impossible to say. — Mary-Jean Harris

Christmas is a time of little time.
How we get there is a mystery.
Racing madly mall-to-mall, we climb
Into fields of sunlit harmony.
Shopping, cooking, clearing walks and yards,
Trimming house and tree while working, too;
Making phone calls, wrapping, writing cards,
As all worn out we do what we must do
So that this day of joy might joy renew. — Nick Gordon

The Internet is not a place. It's a great void, a black hole, from which you can call up an incredible amount of disorganized information. — Eleanor Antin