#spin

I was about 12 years old and I was sitting watching the television and it was some kind of talent show, you know, and on marches this monkey, this ape, in a pair of red-checked trousers with a little matching jacket holding a ukelele and it started jigging around playing it, and it was looking straight into the camera, straight at me, and I remember thinking, that's it, that'll be me, you know, that'll be me. ↗

— Nick Cave

#nick-cave #spin-magazine #television #music

I've reduced a lot of the stress in my life. I've gotten rid of a lot of things. The light was turned on and a lot of the cockroaches started spinning. I swept them out the door. And sometimes you just have to throw things out because they carry a certain energy. ↗

— Wesley Snipes

#carry #certain #cockroaches #door #energy

I now understood the secret of music and knew what makes it so infinitely superior to all the other arts: its incorporeality. Once it has left an instrument it becomes its own master, a free and independent creature of sound, weightless, incorporeal and perfectly in tune with the universe. ↗

— Walter Moers

#the-city-of-dreaming-books #walter-moers #art

Part of the art of bowling spin is to make the batsman think something special is happening when it isn't. ↗

— Shane Warne

#cricket #deception #spin-bowling #sport #art

You said you survived, Anna, but you didn't. You triumphed. Everything about you is a testament to courage and strength." When she stared at him, obviously stunned, he smiled a little. "You didn't get either from a social worker or a counselor. They just helped you figure out how to use it. I figure you got it from your mother. She must have been a hell of a woman." "She was," Anna murmured, near tears again. "So are you. ↗

— Nora Roberts

#cameron-quinn #courage

No one who writes a good book is really dead. ↗

— Walter Moers

#the-city-of-dreaming-books #walter-moers #zamonia #dreams

You did that on purpose." "Did what on purpose?" "Wore the don't-touch suit and the sex goddess perfume at the same time just to drive me crazy." "Listen to the suit, Quinn. Dream about the perfume. ↗

— Nora Roberts

#cameron-quinn #dreams

There's a reason for every journey, and mine was prompted by boredom and the recklessness of youth, by a wish to break the bounds of my normal existence and familiarise myself with life and the world at large. ↗

— Walter Moers

#the-city-of-dreaming-books #walter-moers #dreams

I think this journal will be disadvantageous for me, for I spend my time now like a spider spinning my own entrails. ↗

— Mary Boykin Chesnut

#i #i think #journal #like #me

Brush strokes write poetry harmonized through the cords of an artist's imagination. Color, contrast, simple compassion splattered across paper leaves tainted with the melody of the silent wind. Gasping, grasping, simply glancing at the souls of those who were not blessed with the visionary sight of inspirational artistry. ↗

— Laura S. Al Bast

#artistry #color #gasping #quote #sight