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As the artist picks his way along, rejecting and accepting as he goes, certain patterns of enquiry emerge. ↗

— Bridget Riley

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Essentially my contribution was to introduce repetition into Western music as the main ingredient without any melody over it, without anything just repeated patterns, musical patterns. ↗

— Terry Riley

#anything #contribution #essentially #ingredient #into

I really didn't have a plan, I just went in and started playing. one of my specialties was to be able to play for a really long time without stopping and I would play these repeated patterns for hours and hours and I wouldn't seem to get tired. ↗

— Terry Riley

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So, essentially my contribution was to introduce repetition into Western music as the main ingredient without any melody over it, without anything just repeated patterns, musical patterns. ↗

— Terry Riley

#anything #contribution #essentially #ingredient #into

Well I guess my music came to prominence around one piece called 'In C' which I wrote in 1964 at that time it was called 'The Global Villages for Symphonic Pieces', because it was a piece built out of 53 simple patterns and the structure was new to music at that time. ↗

— Terry Riley

#because #built #called #came #global

Just go out there and do it. It's not the easiest path. ↗

— Michael Ritchie

#go #just #out #path

History will eventually depict as legitimate the efforts of the Iraqi resistance to destabilise and defeat the American occupation forces and their imposed Iraqi collaborationist government. ↗

— Scott Ritter

#defeat #depict #efforts #eventually #forces

I think of myself as Special Forces, clearing the path for the infantry. ↗

— Geraldo Rivera

#forces #i #i think #infantry #myself

David’s mouth dripped open slowly. He stood with his heels dug into my carpet, a dashed hope, a broken dream. No amount of money could top the priceless look that gathered on his face like an unmade bed. His eyebrows crumpled and furrowed like disheveled sheets. His lips curled into an acidic smirk. Confusion and shock collided in the cornea of his dilated pupils. He was a B.B. King song, personified. His entire body sang the blues. ↗

— Brandi L. Bates

#love #patience #dreams

When I was in kindergarten, I had one line in a little play. I said, I am Patrick Potato and this is my cousin, Mrs. Tomato, and I heard laughter. I wanted to be an actress from that moment on. ↗

— Doris Roberts

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