. . . love him enough to give him this, even if it's at the price of your pride. " (Annette to Cat)
Announcin' your plans is a good way to hear god laugh.
You can't slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.
The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man, and give some back.
Pain or damage don't end the world.
The obvious merits utterance. Character is f**king pertinent.
Change ain't looking for friends. Change calls the tune we all dance to.
We wanted to give back to the fans what they've given us, and that is unbelievable support thoughout the World Cup
I have a need to be all on fire, for I have mountains of ice about me to melt.
What you have to do is disavow yourself from any sense other than ascendancy. That's the only direction you could possibly have towards painting. There's no other direction at all. There's no other space in art. There's no other way in which you can find yourself except in somehow feeling it. And by holding to this feeling you can once again reach out and guess and miss - and sometimes hit.
Life is a voyage, and we are all sailing under sealed orders. We plan, plot, scheme and arrange, and some fine day Fate steps in and our dreams are tossed into the yeasty deep. We grin and bear it--anyway we bear it: it is the only thing to do.