Yuzuru Ito Quotes & Sayings

When you spend your days playing with dead things, one or two flip-outs are bound to come with the territory. — Mira Grant

The true work of art continues to unfold and create within the personality of the spectator. It is a continuous coming into being. — Mervyn Levy

We will not send troops. Germany is not committed to Iraq - we will not commit ourselves with troops. — Joschka Fischer

Now I'm just like everybody else, and it's so funny,
the way monogamy is funny, the way
someone falling down in the street is funny.
I entered a revolving door and emerged
as a human being. When you think of me
is my face electronically blurred? — Jeffrey McDaniel

My personality just steps away, and I'm in direct connection when I'm on stage. — Diane Ladd

And the skies: in one day the sky could travel from green at dawn to a noon-time blue so severe it was almost black to hot silver in the afternoon to roiling burgundy at sunset. Just before night it flowered in yawning, imperial violets. Wedges of mauve, cauldrons of peach - skies more like drugs than colors. — Anthony Doerr

Woah, their gorgeous not so fast I haven't even catched your name or your number - Jaxson Evans — Brit Gosik

Canoe plus waterfall equals I don't go camping anymore. — Demetri Martin

The era of the Single Savior is over. What is needed now is joint action, combined effort, collective co-creation. — Neale Donald Walsch

We were talking briefly about cocaine ... yeah. Anything that makes you paranoid and impotent, give me more of that! — Robin Williams

There is no beauty unaided, no excellence that does not sink to the barbarous, unless saved by art. — Baltasar Gracian

The Metropolis strives to reach a mythical point where the world is completely fabricated by man, so that it absolutely coincides with his desires. — Rem Koolhaas

If we do not do something to help these creatures, we make a mockery of the whole concept of justice. — Jane Goodall

The car rolled slowly along the deserted corniche, headlights cleaving its way through Beirut by night. In gentle swerves to avoid potholes, the Mercedes waltzed along a straight road in a dance of death. Sick palm trees and parched grass divided the tarred road of civilization. The sea alone was testimony to God's beautiful creation. But in its belly, corpses, limbs, garbage, and ordnance mingled with a sea life on the verge of extinction. — Dana K. Haffar