Anders Petersen Quotes

It (taking photographs) is all about longing without longing-no pictures at all.

Anders Petersen

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• I come by writing dialogue fairly naturally, I've got a chatty family; I'm a bit of a voyeur, and if I'm ever in a public place, I automatically find myself listening.

  

  Patrick deWitt
  • Writing
  • Family
  • Myself

• I hate the word sexy.

  

  Ursula Andress
  • Hate
  • Sexy
  • Word

• The only one that's appeared in my dreams is the one from Aliens. H.R. Giger's version of that Necronom was almost like a tic. It's reptilian. That creature is like a baby and tic combined. It's very frightening. It scared the hell out of me, it really did.

  

  Lance Henriksen
  • Baby
  • Dreams
  • Version

• When I used to teach writing, what I would tell my playwriting students is that while you're writing your plays, you're also writing the playwright. You're developing yourself as a persona, as a public persona. It's going to be partly exposed through the writing itself and partly created by all the paraphernalia that attaches itself to writing. But you aren't simply an invisible being or your own private being at work. You're kind of a public figure, as well.

  

  Tony Kushner
  • Work
  • Writing
  • Kind

• God must love the common man, he made so many of them.

  

  Abraham Lincoln
  • God
  • Love
  • Made

• You can't keep your mind on fighting when you're thinking about a woman. You can't keep your concentration. You feel like sleeping all the time.

  

  Muhammad Ali
  • Mind
  • Fighting
  • Concentration

• Let men of all ranks whether they are successful, or unsuccessful, whether they triumph or not; let them do their duty, and rest satisfied.

  

  Plato
  • Duty
  • Triumph
  • Ranks

• I'm from east LA. I don't see colour.

  

  will.i.am
  • Colour
  • East

• Military officers from different countries, when they meet each other, tend to sort of fall in love, become mutual admiration societies, at the expense of realities.

  

  William Odom
  • Countries
  • Admiration
  • Realities

• I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.

  

  Willa Cather
  • Success
  • Earth
  • Sleep

• Nature has no outline. Imagination has.

  

  William Blake
  • Nature
  • Imagination
  • Outline

• You can't get too attached to any one shampoo. And conditioner, also.

  

  Owen Wilson
  • Attached
  • Shampoo
  • Conditioner

• Mr. Thornton felt that in this influx no one was speaking to Margaret, and was restless under this apparent neglect. But he never went near her himself; he did not look at her. Only, he knew what she was doing — or not doing — better than anyone else in the room. Margaret was so unconscious of herself, and so much amused by watching other people, that she never thought whether she was left unnoticed or not.

  

  Elizabeth Gaskell
  • People
  • Looks
  • Rooms

• Happiness is a state of mind, and depends very little on outward circumstances.

  

  Helen Keller
  • Mind
  • Happiness
  • Circumstances

• What a deep faith in the rationality of the structure of the world and what a longing to understand even a small glimpse of the reason revealed in the world there must have been in Kepler and Newton to enable them to unravel the mechanism of the heavens in long years of lonely work!

  

  Albert Einstein
  • World
  • Faith
  • Longing

• Still photographs are the most powerful weapon in the world. People believe them, but photographs do lie, even without manipulation. They are only half-truths.

  

  Eddie Adams
  • Weapon
  • Manipulation
  • Photographs

• Style begins with the people passing through one’s life, the harbingers we push against and the stylemakers we want to clone. Some are famous, some not. Style grows from admiration, from longing, from discrimination—and, yes, from love. It’s all the places you’ve been to and the people and the moments you’ve known: the parts you’ve adopted, to keep forever, and transformed. We wear our history in our hearts and on our backs.

  

  Carol Edgarian
  • People
  • Heart
  • Moments

• It (taking photographs) is all about longing without longing-no pictures at all.

  

  Anders Petersen
  • Longing
  • Photographs