Blake Butler Quotes
Hours later I knew for certain I had felt the presence of this choking, slaving smell before, sometime when I was very young, inside my sleep, but this does not occur to me at the time. I come back out into the main room. I stand among the pictures and the light. I decide there’s no reason to report this, that I should not have come here, that I feel older than I ever had all through my blood. I feel dizzy in the middle of the photographs of her, the mirrors, a silent catacomb of eyes. That’s when I realize I’m being recorded.
Blake Butler
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Along with issues like global warming, I think a problem with the world today is population decline.
Talulah Riley
Forget not, O Lord, that I am one of those whom Thou hast created, and with Thine own blood hast redeemed. I repent me of my sins: I will strive to amend my ways.
Saint Ambrose
Our society wants things to grow, and our society wants things to become bigger and bigger. Everything has to be put under the spotlight.
Raf Simons
I've had a hip replacement, I've beaten cancer, I had my hand operation, and I stopped drinking. Something inside of me just went, 'I'm done.'
Eddie Van Halen
Van Halen
I grew up in a working-class Israeli family, which was feminist only in its female-dominated structure.
Hanna Rosin
I faced quite a few challenging times, and in front of those, I was more positive than some people not facing those conditions. I'm actually of the belief now that it is that struggle that offers you that open-hearted hope.
Keinan Abdi Warsame
I want Tom Clancy, the Maryland novelist, to write the story of the rest of my life.
Christopher Buckley
I think it would be impossible not to be an Internet kid, coming from New Zealand, because culturally it's a little barren.
Lorde
A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.
Lord Byron
Everyone wants to understand art. Why not try to understand the song of a bird? ...people who try to explain pictures are usually barking up the wrong tree.
Pablo Picasso
Harriet, Hi! Light of my eye! Come to the pictures and have a good cry, For it's jolly old Saturday, Mad-as-a-hatter-day, Nothing-much-matter-day-night!
A. P. Herbert
Hours later I knew for certain I had felt the presence of this choking, slaving smell before, sometime when I was very young, inside my sleep, but this does not occur to me at the time. I come back out into the main room. I stand among the pictures and the light. I decide there’s no reason to report this, that I should not have come here, that I feel older than I ever had all through my blood. I feel dizzy in the middle of the photographs of her, the mirrors, a silent catacomb of eyes. That’s when I realize I’m being recorded.
Blake Butler
