I could party in a cardboard box with people who are funny and don't care. For me, it's really about who I surround myself with, so I just try to always be with hilarious people.
A few birds flew out from the mountains and glided for a while without sound. Standing out against the sky on high slopes beyond a range of low hills, they saw an endless herd of deer, rendered mute by distance. The landscape was reminiscent of a cardboard cutout, but on a huge scale, which gave the impression they were the ones who had become miniatures. . . All three of them were equally lost.
People tend to look at dancers like we are these little jewels, little cardboard cut outs, and yet we have blood and guts and go through Hell.
Honestly, I would eat cardboard rather than go back to eating animals.
where the dead walked and the living were made of cardboard.
I made lasagna for dinner," Tamsyn called out. "That work for you?" He continued to look at her, as if he'd drink her up with his eyes. "Anything is fine. " "Maybe I shouldn't waste my lasagna on you, then. " Tamsyn grabbed a container from the cooling unit. "How about some cardboard instead?" Brenna found herself amused in spite of the blood that continued to scent the air and the taut expectation that stretched between her and Judd. Lips twitching, she waited for his response. "Cardboard has no nutritional value. " Utterly toneless. "Lasagna would be a better choice.
Using encryption on the Internet is the equivalent of arranging an armored car to deliver credit card information from someone living in a cardboard box to someone living on a park bench.
It's Annie and me they're all sitting around here like cardboard people judging; It's Annie and me. And what we did that they think is wrong, when you pare it all down, was fall in love.
I don't live for stuff and things, and if I had to live in a cardboard box, I would put curtains on it.
The most common way to identify a soldier is by the disc around his neck. But these were made of compressed cardboard and so they've all but disappeared.
My first playpen was a cardboard box.
Once upon a time there were three little foxes Who didn't wear stockings, and they didn't wear sockses, But they all had handkerchiefs to blow their noses, And they kept their handkerchiefs in cardboard boxes.
I think that one of the visions that is closest to reality is the cardboard city in the subway station in Tokyo, which is based very closely on a series of documentary photographs of people living like that and of the contents of the boxes. Those are quite haunting because Tokyo homeless people reiterate the whole nature of living in Tokyo in these cardboard boxes, they're only slightly smaller than Tokyo apartments, and they have almost as many consumer goods. It's a nightmare of boxes within boxes.
At times we would have these whole cities that would take up rooms and stretch out all over the house. But they were also very abstract, like 'this piece of cardboard is a pool' and so forth.
Cardboard is another material that's ubiquitous and everybody hates, yet when I made furniture with it everybody loved it.
Now I got a time machine at home. It only goes foreword at regular speed. It's essentially a cardboard box and on the outside I wrote time machine in sharpie.
I feel that I see John Lennon now as not a celebrity. I did then. I saw him as a cardboard cutout on an album cover.
Perforation! Shout it out! The deliberate punctuated weakening of paper and cardboard so that it will tear along an intended path, leaving a row of fine-haired pills or tuftlets on each new edge! It is a staggering conception, showing an age-transforming feel for the unique properties of pulped wood fiber.
Cardboard cutouts of cheerleaders operated by arthritic monkeys would move more fluidly.
Photographs deceive time, freezing it on a piece of cardboard where the soul is silent.