#what

I'm not a facelift person. I am what I am. ↗

— Robert Redford

#facelift #i #i am #i am what i am #person

But suppose God is black? What if we go to Heaven and we, all our lives, have treated the Negro as an inferior, and God is there, and we look up and He is not white? What then is our response? ↗

— Robert Kennedy

#go #god #heaven #inferior #lives

I always thought it would be really cool to be playing the drums in the show and then have your astral body or whatever travel all through the audience and dig whatever it's like out there. ↗

— Bill Kreutzmann

#audience #body #cool #dig #drums

So I majored in Drama, did all the plays that were possible to do, skated through school in order to be in every production on stage or backstage in whatever capacity and I came to New York looking for work in the summers. ↗

— Linda Lavin

#came #capacity #did #drama #every

I chose to not wear a wire and tape people. I chose to not get immunity until - were accepted, whatever - until the independent counsel's office was comfortable with what I said was the truth. ↗

— Monica Lewinsky

#chose #comfortable #counsel #get #i

My invention, (the motion picture camera), can be exploited... as a scientific curiosity, but apart from that it has no commercial value whatsoever. ↗

— Auguste Lumiere

#camera #commercial #curiosity #exploited #invention

The female format is a beautiful one in which to function. Foolhardy as it may be. I change my image all the time, it's whatever suits me at the moment. ↗

— Lydia Lunch

#change #female #foolhardy #format #function

MTV lets us do whatever we want. For me, there is freedom in serving an experienced client who knows what they want and has the money to do it. MTV is that for us. ↗

— Ben Nicholson

#experienced #freedom #knows #lets #me

I am who I am, I am what I am, I do what I do and I ain't never gonna do it any different. I don't care who likes it and who don't. ↗

— Buck Owens

#any #care #different #gonna #i

Cold men destroy women,” my mother wrote me years later. “They woo them with something personable that they bring out for show, something annexed to their souls like a fake greenhouse, lead you in, and you think you see life and vitality and sun and greenness, and then when you love them, they lead you out into their real soul, a drafty, cavernous, empty ballroom, inexorably arched and vaulted and mocking you with its echoes—you hear all you have sacrificed, all you have given, landing with a loud clunk. They lock the greenhouse and you are as tiny as a figure in an architect’s drawing, a faceless splotch, a blur of stick limbs abandoned in some voluminous desert of stone. ↗

— Lorrie Moore

#self-help #what-is-seized #life