#favourite

Acting is not my favourite thing. I don't like wearing costumes and wigs. ↗

— Victoria Wood

#costumes #favourite #favourite thing #i #like

The Bee Gees were always heavily influenced by black music. As a songwriter, it's never been difficult to pick up on the changing styles of music out there, and soul has always been my favourite genre. ↗

— Robin Gibb

#bee #bee gees #been #black #black music

Perhaps my favourite story is 'Le Passe-Muraille' by Marcel Ayme. It's about a guy who wakes up with a weird faculty that means he can walk through walls. He's a very shy clerk, and he uses it to get revenge, or vent his frustration. ↗

— Michel Gondry

#clerk #faculty #favourite #frustration #get

My favourite poem is called 'Roots and Wings' - it's a very moving poem about how if you've got real roots you can fly. ↗

— David Miliband

#called #favourite #fly #got #how

For me the stunts are so cool, they're one of my favourite things when we're doing the film. ↗

— Rupert Grint

#doing #favourite #film #me #stunts

'Bombing Afghanistan back into the Stone Age' was quite a favourite headline for some wobbly liberals. The slogan does all the work. But an instant's thought shows that Afghanistan is being, if anything, bombed out of the Stone Age. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#age #anything #back #being #bombed

I go to my favourite tournament, I talk about my favourite sport and it's just a great month of parading. ↗

— Boris Becker

#favourite #go #great #i #just

Tea-shops were to become my favourite haunts in England. ↗

— Zola Budd

#england #favourite #haunts #were

To play someone I loved in my favourite fairytale as a kid is a total honour. ↗

— Lily Collins

#favourite #honour #i #kid #loved

He remembered a story Madrigal had told him once: the human tale of the golem. It was a thing shaped of clay in the form of a man, brought to life by carving the symbol aleph into its brow. Aleph was the first symbol of an ancestral human alphabet, and the first letter of the Hebrew word truth; it was the beginning. Watching Karou rise to her feet, radiant in a fall of lapis hai, in a woven dress the colour of tangerines, with a loop of silver beads at her throat and a look of joy and relief and... love... on her beautiful face, Akiva knew that she was his aleph, his truth and beginning. His soul. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#beauty