None of the activity stolen by work can be regained by submitting to what work has produced. - The Society of The Spectacle
And just as it is with all proper grannies, she ordered me into my pink bunny jammies.
I will go to my grave in a state of abject endless fascination that we all have the capacity to become emotionally involved with a personality that doesn't exist.
I happen to think nearly everybody - especially those one might find in the odd issue of 'People' magazine, including me - is frightfully boring, especially me. And Tom Cruise. Tom and I are alike in only this way.
Dear Lord, I've been asked, nay commanded, to thank Thee for the Christmas turkey before us. . . a turkey which was no doubt a lively, intelligent bird. . . a social being. . . capable of actual affection. . . nuzzling its young with almost human- like compassion. Anyway, it's dead and we're gonna eat it. Please give our respects to its family.
The digital world has allowed me a connection with my reader that I'd never had before. I didn't meet the people who read my material. The fan letters were mostly answered by professional people that'd done them for a living. And I didn't have any daily connection with their response to my work. I didn't have a relationship with my audience. And every artist should have it.
I can say that even in the midst of my most cynical comic stripping: Opus shone through with a bit of heart, anchoring the ugly proceedings with a comforting pull of emotion.
There is only one winning strategy. It is to carefully define the target market and direct a superior offering to that target market.
By the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes--a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes.
I am convinced that the path to a new, better and possible world is not capitalism, the path is socialism.
What do you want? "To know you," she said without hesitation. "All of you. I want to know what makes you feel good. " "Your laughter," he said without hesitation. "Feeling your hands on me. The way you look at me, whether I've been a complete dumbass, or just made you come-" With a laugh, she ducked her head, but he dipped his down until she was looking at him again. "You want to know what scared me?" he asked. "Yes" He leaned even closer and slid a hand to the nape of her neck. "The thought of never having those things with you again. " -Chloe and Sawyer (Head over Heels)