#whit

We should see the leadership from the White House setting dates certain for certain goals of achieving greater alliance on alternative and renewable energy sources, but we are not. ↗

— Ron Kind

#alliance #alternative #certain #dates #energy

As a little girl I used to daydream about my real father coming on a white horse to rescue me. ↗

— Christine Keeler

#about #coming #daydream #father #girl

We're not thought of in terms of color because we are entertainers. We are there to entertain you not because we are black, white, pink, or green or gay or straight or because we are Catholic or Protestant. ↗

— Eartha Kitt

#black #catholic #color #entertain #entertainers

White people are drawn to farmer’s markets like moths to a flame. In fact, white people have such strong instincts that if you release a white person into a random Saturday morning they will return to you with a reusable bag full of fruits and vegetables. ↗

— Christian Lander

#food #humor #white-people #food

Males do not represent two discrete populations, heterosexual and homosexual. The world is not to be divided into sheeps and goats. Not all things are black nor all things white. ↗

— Alfred Kinsey

#black #discrete #divided #goats #heterosexual

It was 100 percent music. There was no ego involved, no attitudes, no black and white, it was pure music. ↗

— Lee Konitz

#black #black and white #ego #involved #music

I don't see the world completely in black and white. Sometimes I do. ↗

— Benicio Del Toro

#black and white #completely #i #i do #see

I remember being an art student and going to the Whitney in 1974 to see the exhibition of Jim Nutt, the Chicago imagist. It was then I transferred to school in Chicago, all because of that show. ↗

— Jeff Koons

#art student #because #being #chicago #exhibition

The Whitney is a museum that has a great rapport with younger artists and the community. ↗

— Jeff Koons

#community #great #museum #rapport #whitney

At one stopover on the train journey home, Hans told his sister Inge later, he saw a young girl with the Star of David on her breast; she was repairing tracks on the line, along with other people with yellow badges on their clothes. Her face was pallid, sunken in; her eyes, beyond grief and terror. Impulsively, Hans thrust his rations in her hand. She looked up at him, then at his uniform. She threw the packet of food to the ground. He scooped it up, wiped off the dust, and picked a daisy growing by the side of the tracks. He placed the package, with the daisy on top, at her feet. He said, "I would have liked to give you a little pleasure." He boarded the train. When he looked back, the girl was standing there, watching the train disappear, the flower in her hair. ↗

— Jud Newborn

#hans-scholl #jud-newborn #munich #shattering-the-german-night #white-rose