I've always been obsessed with penetrating the female psyche. When I shoot, I'm like a tornado. I never sit down, never take a break, never eat. I'm focused on getting that moment of revelation, of insight, of poignancy, of meaning.
So far this spring, 59 American communities have been flattened by tornadoes. Nobody has helped.
A tornado of thought is unleashed after each new insight. This in turn results in an earthquake of assumptions. These are natural disasters that re-shape the spirit.
In other words, more violent tornadoes would, if anything, be a sign of 'global cooling', not 'global warming'.
You're like a tornado of bullshit right now. We'll talk again when your bullshit dies out over someone else's house.
Seasons are like life. Some seasons are better than others. Some have more sun and rainbows. Others have storms and tornadoes. Some have both. You have to accept that, and bring colour and light to the season you're in as best you can, and always look forward to the next season.
There are two big forces at work, external and internal. We have very little control over external forces such as tornadoes, earthquakes, floods, disasters, illness and pain. What really matters is the internal force. How do I respond to those disasters? Over that I have complete control.
I think we're in a 1970s-level moment of social transition and they're always full of upheaval. As violent and deranged as we can be to each other and to other species, we've got nothing on tsunamis, hurricanes or tornadoes.
The only thing more destructive than a tornado is a family.
I'm happier than a tornado in a trailer park.
A junkyard contains all the bits and pieces of a Boeing 747, dismembered and in disarray. A whirlwind happens to blow through the yard. What is the chance that after its passage a fully assembled 747, ready to fly, will be found standing there? So small as to be negligible, even if a tornado were to blow through enough junkyards to fill the whole Universe.
Somewhere a woman is praying her toddler wins a beauty pageant. I say this because sometimes people wonder why God lets tornadoes happen.
If a tornado twists at 175 miles an hour and stays on the ground like a massive lawnmower for 50 miles, God gave the command.
Like tornadoes and cold sores, good work happens with total disregard to whether I'm 'into it. '
Six Seconds should be Rick Mofina's breakout thriller. It moves like a tornado.
I am a kite in a tornado, but I have a long string.
We understand tornadoes scientifically, but it still feels supernatural. The randomness makes it feel supernatural.
Guys like Henry and his buddies were an accident waiting to happen; the little kids' version of floods or tornadoes or gallstones.
Crazy Curran ranked right up there with monsoons, tornadoes, earthquakes, and other natural disasters.
Jack came whirling in like a little gay tornado with Duchess following him.