To steale the Hog, and give the feet for almes. [To steal the hog, and give the feet to alms. ]
If I could steal someone's dream myself, I'd have to go for one of Orson Welles.
If you steal my artwork, you will pay. In cash.
Out of the closets and into the museums, libraries, architectural monuments, concert halls, bookstores, recording studios and film studios of the world. Everything belongs to the inspired and dedicated thief…. Words, colors, light, sounds, stone, wood, bronze belong to the living artist. They belong to anyone who can use them. Loot the Louvre! A bas l’originalité, the sterile and assertive ego that imprisons us as it creates. Vive le vol-pure, shameless, total. We are not responsible. Steal anything in sight.
Murphy is a writer's best friend, but you have to keep an eye on him, or he'll steal the silver.
One should steal only where one cannot rob.
There's worse that people can steal from you than money.
When you steal from the library, you are preventing anyone else from reading that book, and the very notion makes me want to drop you in the Void.
Don’t let anyone steal your milk.
We all borrow and steal and copy from each other, and that's the way I think people get inspired.
Good friends will share the umbrella. Best friends Will steal it and yell: RUN LOSER RUN!
Learning what the world is like; learning what mankind is like - these are hindered if students lie to another, or steal, or claim something is the fruit of their labors when it really is someone else's.
God creates, I do not create. I assemble and I steal everywhere to do it - from what I see, from what the dancers can do, from what others do.
You do not steal from the dragon, oh, no. The dragon remembers.
In life, we will always encounter difficult people. Don't allow them to frustrate you or steal your joy.
Vegetarians have wicked, shifty eyes, and laugh in a cold calculating manner. They pinch little children, steal stamps, drink water, favor beards.
When modernist poetry, or what not so long ago passed for modernist poetry, can reach the stage where the following piece by Mr. Ezra Pound is seriously offered as a poem, there is some justification for the plain reader and orthodox critic who shrinks from anything that may be labelled 'modernist' either in terms of condemnation or approbation. . . . Better he thinks, that ten authentic poets should be left for posterity to discover than one charlatan should be allowed to steal into the Temple of Fame.
A lawyer with his briefcase can steal more than a hundred men with guns.
Why did you come if not to murder my king?" "I came to steal his magus. " "You can't," said the magus in question. "I can steal anything," Eugenides corrected him, "even with one hand.
I'm not a great inventor from scratch. What I do is to use, steal, acquire, reproduce or re-cycle music from other musicians.