I compare the Twist to the electric light, The Twist is me, and Im it. Im the electric … - Chubby Checker

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I've started to experiment [in the studio] with texturing the canvas, building up the surface with large brushes, palette knife or fingers. I want to say more in my art.

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I compare the Twist to the electric light, The Twist is me, and Im it. Im the electric light.

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Before I got in this business I was in the chicken business.

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I'm just grateful to be on this planet. I have no enemies that I know of. I'm just the guy who makes happy.

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It takes a real soldier to stay in the music industry and live off the things that have been put before me and be able to survive all this time because it has not been easy.

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Hooka Tooka, my soda cracker, does your momma chaw tobacca?

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God's got something for me. I have faith it'll be OK.

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I delight in the diffusion of learning; yet, I must confess it, I am most gratified and transported at finding a large quantity of it in one place; just as I would rather have a solid pat of butter at breakfast, than a splash of grease upon the table-cloth that covers half of it.

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Gustav Klimt

If the weather is good I go into the nearby wood - there I am painting a small beech forest (in the sun) with a few conifers mixed in. This takes until 8 'o clock.

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Future shock is a sickness which comes from too much change in too short a time. It's the feeling that nothing is permanent anymore.

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John Burroughs

For two summers not a blue wing, not a blue warble. I seemed to miss something kindred and precious from my environment--the visible embodiment of the tender sky and wistful soil. What a loss, I said, to coming generations of dwellers in the country--no bluebird in spring!

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