#old

Tell me again about the girl whose hands have no color. Whose hands are completely white. This time make them damned, or untouched, or have her open a red umbrella or point at some maple leaves and damned near cry. Those hands. As freakish goes, I wish I had a tail. Maybe then you’d know how much I like you. It shakes me through, damn through. It shakes me. When she carries a peacock feather. When she touches her neck or thighs. You’re a person. It’s not so bad. You have hands. You are a person with hands to hold things. Things you like. Tremendous things. Tell me what you will hold today. I know there is room for everything. There is no need to be ceremonious. Tell what gets let go. ↗

— Rebecca Wadlinger

#beauty #everybody-has-hands-almost #girl #grasp #hands

The first song that I wrote was when I was with The Del Rios. I was like 14 years old but I was always putting my thoughts down on paper even before then because it was like an escape - a way of unleashing all the stuff. ↗

— William Bell

#because #before #del #down #escape

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#old-men #waters #beauty

We're told another large-scale terrorist attack is inevitable by those people who have committed so many resources to preventing it. They likely know what they're talking about. ↗

— Greg Bear

#another #attack #committed #inevitable #know

I keep reading that I'm cold. But I'm not, I'm shy. And I play a lot of women of fire and sexuality like an animal - so I'm cold on one side and fiery on the other. ↗

— Emmanuelle Beart

#cold #fiery #fire #i #keep

Arnold has had his spokesman call me a crackpot. That was a mistake. ↗

— Warren Beatty

#call #crackpot #had #his #me

That's all gone, now, the old, Hollywood. ↗

— Warren Beatty

#hollywood #now #old

I love Jules Feiffer. I didn't discover him until I was a little older. ↗

— Alison Bechdel

#him #i #i love #jules #little

Although beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, the feeling of being beautiful exists solely in the mind of the beheld. ↗