#imagery

Imagery is like music. ↗

— Steven Bochco

#like #music

I'm perplexed, though, by your application of the term 'negative' to my figural imagery. ↗

— Brian Ferneyhough

#i #imagery #negative #perplexed #term

Why does everyone cling to the masculine imagery and pronouns even though they are a mere linguistic device that has never meant that God is male? ↗

— Carol P. Christ

#device #does #even #everyone #god

I liked the name Frog Brigade because it lent itself to a lot of cool imagery with the whole frog thing. ↗

— Les Claypool

#brigade #cool #frog #i #imagery

I think the world is very much embracing this whole concept of musicians going out and playing their instruments and playing music for music as opposed to music that has something to do with some form of image or imagery. ↗

— Les Claypool

#embracing #form #going #i #i think

When you read a novel, your own imagery is the most important. It's what makes reading such a wonderful thing. ↗

— Daniel Craig

#important #makes #most #novel #own

Every nut who kills people has a Bible lying around. If you're looking for violent rape imagery, the Bible's right there in your hotel room. If you just want to look up ways to screw people up, there it is, and you're justified because God told you to. ↗

— Penn Jillette

#because #bible #every #god #hotel

There's something strange and powerful about black-and-white imagery. ↗

— Stefan Kanfer

#black-and-white #imagery #powerful #something #strange

Photography suits the temper of this age - of active bodies and minds. It is a perfect medium for one whose mind is teeming with ideas, imagery, for a prolific worker who would be slowed down by painting or sculpting, for one who sees quickly and acts decisively, accurately. ↗

— Edward Weston

#active #acts #age #bodies #decisively

They had painted a lady leaning her arms on the sill of the window. This lady was waiting for a husband. Her flesh was slack and she was some forty-five years old. Perhaps she had been waiting since she was fifteen. A rose and mauve lady that had not yet gathered her flesh and her beauty into dark clothes, and still waited, like a rose stripped of its petals, with her faded colors and her artificial smile, bitter as a grimace. ↗

— Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio

#bitterness #imagery #love #age