#exotic

I also have a film coming up called Breaking Up, and my part in that was not written for a Latina, and my character is not particularly pretty or sexy or exotic. ↗

— Salma Hayek

#breaking #breaking up #called #character #coming

I did not want to be a tree, a flower or a wave. In a dancer's body, we as audience must see ourselves, not the imitated behavior of everyday actions, not the phenomenon of nature, not exotic creatures from another planet, but something of the miracle that is a human being. ↗

— Martha Graham

#another #audience #behavior #being #body

I think the U.K. is too small to write about from within it and still make it seem foreign and exotic and interesting. ↗

— Mark Haddon

#exotic #foreign #i #i think #interesting

Maybe the way we have learned to look has changed in the last 25 years, and the exotic is much more acceptable. There are many artists now, younger artists, who work out of the exotic. ↗

— Anish Kapoor

#artists #changed #exotic #last #learned

I was in school studying civil engineering. A guy approached me on the street and said that I had a interesting look-very exotic. He told me I should try to be in the industry. ↗

— Thuy Trang

#civil #engineering #exotic #guy #had

If there is an exotic woman it's always a terrorist role. ↗

— Persis Khambatta

#exotic #role #terrorist #woman

Everyone is so weird in L.A. that if you're somewhat normal, it's exotic. ↗

— David Spade

#exotic #normal #somewhat #weird #you

At the time of Woodstock, I was just 13, but I used to see these exotic hippy creatures and I did look on with envy. How could you not? In an ideal world, I would have loved to have been a hippy - but I might have been a bit strait-laced. It was my fantasy. ↗

— Imelda Staunton

#bit #could #creatures #did #envy

If you do a story about a British journalist rescuing a child from Sarajevo, then Sarajevo just becomes an exotic location, and the story's about this British journalist. ↗

— Michael Winterbottom

#becomes #british #child #exotic #journalist

After two years' absence she finally returned to chilly Europe, a trifle weary, a trifle sad, disgusted by our banal entertainments, our shrunken landscapes, our impoverished lovemaking. Her soul had remained over there, among the gigantic, poisonous flowers. She missed the mystery of old temples and the ardor of a sky blazing with fever, sensuality and death. The better to relive all these magnificent, raging memories, she became a recluse, spending entire days lying about on tiger skins, playing with those pretty Nepalese knives 'which dissipate one's dreams'. ↗

— Octave Mirbeau

#decadent #exoticism #orientalism #death