#walking

I thought Out of Action was better as a catalogue than the honeycomb because the honeycomb was like walking into one compartment and then another compartment. ↗

— Richard Serra

#another #because #better #catalogue #i

I was more secure being a mother than I was walking on a set. ↗

— Connie Stevens

#i #more #mother #secure #set

A lot of my childhood memories involve walking home in floods of tears. At that age, feeling unpopular is difficult to handle. ↗

— Rachel Stevens

#childhood #childhood memories #difficult #feeling #floods

New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors. ↗

— Wallace Stevens

#crowd #else #everybody #everybody else #fascinating

I very rarely saw Tom Kite around. I've talked to Tom about it. I don't think Michael Jordan needed to be on the captain's cart with Kite; he needed to be walking in the gallery, supporting them from outside the ropes. ↗

— Payne Stewart

#around #captain #cart #gallery #i

This whole thing about winning and losing is muddy waters. But I can remember, as a young actor, just walking around this city and not being able to get arrested. ↗

— Jeffrey Tambor

#about #actor #around #arrested #being

If my critics saw me walking over the Thames they would say it was because I couldn't swim. ↗

— Margaret Thatcher

#critics #i #me #over #saw

On a summer night it can be lovely to sit around outside with friends after dinner and, yes, read poetry to each other. Keats and Yeats will never let you down, but it's differently exciting to read the work of poets who are still walking around out there. ↗

— Michael Cunningham

#around #differently #dinner #down #each

If you can't find your inspiration by walking around the block one time, go around two blocks-but never three. ↗

— Robert Motherwell

#block #find #go #inspiration #never

The same is true of stories and legends that haunt urban space like superfluous or additional inhabitants. They are the object of a witch-hunt, by the very logic of the techno-structure. But [the extermination of proper place names] (like the extermination of trees, forests, and hidden places in which such legends live) makes the city a 'suspended symbolic order.' The habitable city is thereby annulled. Thus, as a woman from Rouen put it, no, here 'there isn't any place special, except for my own home, that's all...There isn't anything.' Nothing 'special': nothing that is marked, opened up by a memory or a story, signed by something or someone else. Only the cave of the home remains believable, still open for a certain time to legends, still full of shadows. Except for that, according to another city-dweller, there are only 'places in which one can no longer believe in anything. ↗

— Michel De Certeau

#walking #life