Willem de Kooning Quotes
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Fashion isn't something you can buy; you need to have the sense of it, and most people don't.
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The sky in Texas is the most amazing sky in the whole country, I think, like you can see more sky in Texas than you can see anywhere else in the world.
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Without faith, I don't think I'd be here.
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Don't hate me for what tabloids write about me, because I guarantee it's a lie.
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I want to do that. That's my goal. I want to become a legend.
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I'm the best Twitterer.
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Like any small business owner, I experienced the pressures of building a company from the ground up - developing a business plan, balancing the books, meeting payroll and building a customer base.
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Being a recognised face has its problems. I miss the freedom to go anywhere I want to.
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It was important on The Shipping News to have my house far enough away from each location so I had this time in the morning to think about my shots and still remain open to surprises once I got to the set.
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Abstract anger is great for rhetorical carrying on. You can go on endlessly about the post office, but it doesn't mean you're mad at your mailman.
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The days of the painter at the Bauhaus appear to be truly over. They are estranged from the actual core of present activities, and their influence is more restricting than inspiring.
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I don't mind doing the green-screen stuff at all, and in fact it's a lot like black-box theater, which I did plenty of in New York.
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I have music in my brain all the time, all sorts.
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People were stopping me on the street to say, 'Oh my God, it's Crazy Eyes!' Which is kind of a funny thing to have people shout at you on the street.
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I don't wear sunscreen. I don't have a skincare program.
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One must be an inventor to read well. There is then creative reading as well as creative writing.
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All fighters are prostitutes and all promoters are pimps.
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We see God face to face every hour, and know the savor of Nature.
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I believe that true art is universal in its appeal.
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Without the fog, London would not be a beautiful city. It is fog that gives it its magnificent amplitude...its regular and massive blocks become grandiose in that mysterious mantle.
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Does the sweet morning rise,Bride-like, from sleep,When their first revelriesBird and bee keep,Singing out joyouslyIn the green tree ?Then, when my hopes are high,Think I of thee.
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Not even for a million dollars would I paint a tree.
