Pop ya kickstand little mama I'm the Nickster. I'll pop you then I'll pop your little sister.
If we ask enough questions about a difficult assignment, we can get the teacher to make it easier and less demanding.
If I memorize enough stuff, I can get a good grade.
The teacher "teaches" and the students "sit and listen" or learn passively.
"Thinking" is not something we talk about.
The teacher is the only one worth listening to.
If we wait long enough, a teacher will answer her own question, so we won't have to do much work.
Suddenly, I saw it in a new way, as a picture that offered me a new view, free of all the conventional criteria I had always associated with art. It had no style, no composition, no judgment. It freed me from personal experience. For the first time, there was nothing to it: it was pure picture. That's why I wanted to have it, to show it - not use it as a means to painting but use painting as a means to photography.
Never say you are too old. You do not say it now, perhaps; but by and by, when the hair grows gray and the eyes grow dim and the young despair comes to curse the old age, you will say, "It is too late for me. " Never too late! Never too old! How old are you--thirty, fifty, eighty? What is that in immortality? We are but children.
I love driving in the city at night.
I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” (Above all I would laugh at my own stupidity. ) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s - my madness would not be an escape from “reality”.