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“Warhol came from an ordinary family and he had a profound understanding about capitalism and material culture. He was probably one of the few Western artists - or artists from the United States - that could be considered a true product of his time and brought out that kind of spirit of the culture.”
“Warhol himself was never anything but a kind of hologram. Famous people came to the Factory to hover around him without being able to get anything from him, but they tried to pass through him as you might with a filter or a camera lens, which is what he had in effect become. Valerie Solanas was even to try to shatter that lens by shooting at it, to pass through the hologram to establish that blood could still flow from it. So we can agree with Warhol: `You can't get more superficial than me and live'. And he nearly didn't come out of it alive.”
Source: The Perfect Crime
“Warhol influenced me because of his writing. If I had never read his writings and interviews, I would never have understood his work.”
“Warhol is the pre-Helnwein.”
“Warhol never tires himself. The agnostic isn't going to tire himself out working for the glory of God, or to prove his existence. Warhol isn't going to tire himself out proving the existence of art. Because, fundamentally, there is no need. We no more need the pathos of art than we need the pathos of suffering or the pathos of desire. A Stoic trait, this. What is good about Warhol is that he is Stoical, agnostic, puritanical and heretical all at the same time. Having all the qualities, he generously credits all around him with them. The world is there, and it's excellent. People are there, and they're OK. They have no need to believe in what they are doing, they're perfect. He is the best, but everyone's a genius. Never before has the privilege of the creator been quashed in such a way, by a kind of maximalist irony. And all without contempt or demagogy: there is in him a kind of airy innocence, a gracious form of the abolition of privileges. There is in him something of the Cathars and the theory of the Perfect.”
Source: The Perfect Crime
“Warhol turned to photographs of stars, as the Renaissance turned to antiquities, to find images of gods.”
Source: About modern art: critical essays, 1948-96
“Warhol was a prime example of a schizoid person. Maybe he had Asperger's, or maybe he was just an amorous human being on earth.”
“Warhol will plant a journalism seed in me. He will also defend me in his diary, which will be published posthumously a few years from now and point out a thing no one currently acknowledges but that I will feel acutely--Warhol will describe his experience of my father and privately criticize Frank for viewing me as something he alone invented, a tool at my dad's disposal. When this icon's journal entries are made public, they wll become concrete validation and confirmation of my own unarticulated experience, a tiny light in the dark that lets me start to see my way out.”
Source: Earth to Moon: A Memoir
“Warhol's images made sense to me, although I knew nothing at the time of his background in commercial art. To be honest, I didn't think about him a hell of a lot.”
“Warily, she dares to allow me a smile. "It's okay. It's just...I'm not too good at talking to people." She looks away again as her shyness smothers her. "So, do you think it'd be all right if we don't talk?”
Source: I Am the Messenger
“Wariness about change is a kind of prairie wisdom.”
Source: Dakota: A Spiritual Geography
“Wariness had driven away poetry; from hesitating to feel came the moment when you no longer could.”
Source: The Heat of the Day
“Waris said it's crazy that people are so stupid to think over one and a half billion Muslims all think and act the same way, a Muslim man carries out a mass shooting or blows people up and he's called a terrorist, a white man does the same thing and he's called a mad man
both sets are mad, Yazz”
Source: Girl, Woman, Other
“Warlock cleared his throat a few times. "So... you're going to live, Watson?"
"Oh, most definitely. It was just a derringer, after all."
"Ah. Good news... good news... erm... and we think you'll keep the leg?"
"Holmes, I think I'll keep these trousers.”
Source: The Finality Problem
“Warlock D. J. Prod of Didsbury says: “My wife used to sneer at my feeble charms, but one month into your fabulous Kwikspell course and I succeeded in turning her into a yak! Thank you, Kwikspell!”
“Warlock: Four thousand and fifty-three metric tons of inert rock, metal and organic matter, frozen solid.
Quasar: Frozen in what?
Drax: Time.
Quasar: "Time", Drax?
Drax: Uh-huh. Old, old frozen time.
Quasar: Right. And that tastes like what?
Drax: Regret.”
Source: Guardians of the Galaxy, Vol. 1: Legacy
“Warlock,” he said. “I know who you are.” Magnus raised his eyebrows. “You do?” “Magnus Bane. Destroyer of the demon Marabas. Son of—” “Now,” said Magnus, quickly. “There’s no need to go into all of that.” “But there is.” The demon sounded reasonable, even amused. “If it is infernal assistance you require, why not summon your father?” Alec looked at Magnus with his mouth open.”
“Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow will offer their heads for a prayer. You can't find no salvation, you have no expectations anytime, anyplace, anywhere.”
“Warlords, dictators and terrorists are normally okay with the U.S., as long as they do the bidding of U.S. corporate interests.”
“Warm air holds more water vapor than cold, and so the atmosphere is about 4% wetter than it was 40 years ago. This loads the dice for flood and drought, and we're seeing both in stunning abundance.”
“Warm, aquamarine eyes stared into him—providing a lifeline to shore. And he wondered if she was really the one who needed saving . . .”
Source: Losing My Breath
“Warm are the still and lucky miles, White shores of longing stretch away, A light of recognition fills The whole great day, and bright The tiny world of lovers' arms. Silence invades the breathing wood Where drowsy limbs a treasure keep, Now greenly falls the learned shade Across the sleeping brows And stirs their secret to a smile. Restored! Returned! The lost are borne On seas of shipwreck home at last: See! In a fire of praising burns The dry dumb past, and we Our life-day long shall part no more.”
“Warm arms encircled her. Holding her. “You don’t hide your pain from me,” he said, lips near her ear. “You don’t wait until I’m gone to show what you’re truly feeling. I’m with you. I’ll carry you. I’ll break with you. Whatever you need, it’s you and me now.”
Source: Sorcery and Stagecraft
“Warm Bodies ended up becoming one of the most personal relatable things I've written.”
“Warm, buttery sunlight through the leaves, setting them glowing like rubies and citrines. The damp, earthen scent of rotting things beneath the leaves and roots she lay upon. Had been thrown and left upon.
Everything hurt. Everything. She couldn't move. Couldn't do anything but watch the sun drift through the rich canopy far overhead, listen to the wind between the silvery trunks.
And the centre of that pain, radiating outward like living fire with each uneven, rasping breath...
Light, steady steps crunched on the leaves. Six sets. A border guard, a patrol.
Help. Someone to help-
A male voice, foreign and deep, swore. Then went silent.
Went silent as a single pair of steps approached. She couldn't turn her head, couldn't bear the agony. Could do nothing but inhale each wet, shuddering breath.
'Don't touch her.'
Those steps stopped.
It was not a warning to protect her. Defend her.
She knew the voice that spoke. Had dreaded hearing it.
She felt him approach now. Felt each reverberation in the leaves, the moss, the roots. As if the very land shuddered before him.
'No one touches her,' he said. Eris. 'The moment we do, she's our responsibility.'
Cold, unfeeling words.
'But- but they nailed a-'
'No one touches her.'
Nailed.
They had spiked nails into her.
Had pinned her down as she screamed, pinned her down as she roared at them, then begged them. And then they had taken out those long, brutal iron nails. And the hammer.
Three of them.
Three strikes of the hammer, drowned out by her screaming, by the pain.
She began shaking, hating it as much as she'd hated the begging. Her body bellowed in agony, those nails in her abdomen relentless.
A pale, beautiful face appeared above her, blocking out the jewel-like leaves above. Unmoved. Impassive. 'I take it you do not wish to live here, Morrigan.'
She would rather die here, bleed out here. She would rather die and return- return as something wicked and cruel, and shred them all apart.
He must have read it in her eyes. A small smile curved her lips. 'I thought so.'
Eris straightened, turning. Her fingers curled in the leaves and loamy soil.
She wished she could grow claws- grow claws as Rhys could- and rip out that pale throat. But that was not her gift. Her gift... her gift had left her here. Broken and bleeding.
Eris took a step away.
Someone behind him blurted, 'We can't just leave her to-'
'We can, and we will,' Eris said simply, his pace unfaltering as he strode away. 'She chose to sully herself; her family chose to deal with her like garbage. I have already told them my decision in this matter.' A long pause, crueller than the rest. 'And I am not in the habit of fucking Illyrian leftovers.'
She couldn't stop it, then. The tears that slid out, hot and burning.
Alone. They would leave her alone here. Her friends did not know where she had gone. She barely knew where she was.
'But-' That dissenting voice cut in again.
'Move out.'
There was no dissension after that.
And when their steps faded away, then vanished, the silence returned.
The sun and the wind and the leaves.
The blood and the iron and the soil beneath her nails.
The pain.”
Source: A Court of Frost and Starlight
“Warm chairs. I don't know, like I'm sitting on someone's leftover germs.”
Source: Ziggy, Stardust and Me
“Warm congratulations to my friend Barack Obama. Look forward to continuing to work together.”
“Warm curiosity about what is happening is a different kind of experience than judgement. It can help us open to the bigger picture beyond this moment of what feels like failure. We may consider our person's history and our own. We might bring in our left-hemisphere emissary to see how we could understand where we are in the process. In this quieter internal place, sometimes an intuitive sense of trust will come even when we can't figure it out.”
Source: The Heart of Trauma: Healing the Embodied Brain in the Context of Relationships
“Warm, enticing scents were floating down, basil and oregano and tomato. It made Wes long for something, something he couldn't place. A happy childhood, a home.”
Source: Lost Lake
“Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues”
“Warm familiar scents drift softly from the oven,
And imprint forever upon our hearts
That this is home
and that we are loved.”
Source: Lanark County Calendar
“Warm fog swirled in the canyon as we gradually descended. A hundred feet in front of us everything was lost in the fog and a hundred feet behind us everything was lost in the fog. We were walking in a capsule between amnesias.”
Source: Revenge of the Lawn: Stories 1962-1970
“Warm, gentle winds blew and blew, and the loamy soil swirled playfully about before shifting, oh, so slightly. Then, little by little, piece by piece, remnants of the City were unearthed by curious people who had come from faraway lands. A stone tablet, a shard of pottery, portions of a shattered statue and pieces of beautifully painted tiles. A bust of a woman, who could she possibly be?”
Source: Imagining Nefertiti
“Warm hands held her firm as he settled between her legs. His warm, wet tongue drew lazy circles around her sensitive flesh, so gently at first, she hovered between pleasure and pain, and then harder, faster, until the ache inside her blossomed into edgy need. He slid one thick finger into her wet heat, and then another, a sensual intrusion that stole her breath. And then his lips closed around her aching nub.
She cried out, throwing back her head, hands fisting his hair, pleasure cresting and flooding through her veins, trickling out to her fingers and toes.
With a low growl, he pushed up and sheathed himself with a condom he pulled from his pocket. On instinct, she rolled her hips, wrapped her legs around his hips to pull him close. Liam grabbed the edge of her headboard with one strong arm and plunged inside her.
She gasped at the exquisite sensation and tightened her legs around him. Need pulsed beneath her skin.
"Move, Liam. Please. I won't break." Her body took over, hands gripping his thick biceps, hips rocking, taking him deeper.
A strangled groan escaped his lips and he gripped her hip so hard she knew his fingers would leave bruises. Braced against her headboard, he pulled out and pushed in deep and hard, shoulders straining as he gave in to her demands, filling a need she didn't know had existed, taking her outside of herself, beyond control.
The bed squeaked, swayed. The headboard hammered against the wall in time to the rhythm of his thrusts. Need coiled inside her, tighter and tighter, until finally she peaked. Her spine arched, her orgasm sweeping through her body in a tidal wave of pleasure, filling her with heat.
Liam growled her name, corded throat tightening, muscles going rigid as he followed her into oblivion.
The sound of wood splintering startled her, made her heart jump. Liam dropped down, covering her with his body as the headboard split in two and crashed down on top of them.
"Oh my God." She panted beneath him. "We broke the bed. Are you okay?"
Liam heaved the headboard up so she could slip out from underneath him. When she was safely away, he lifted it onto the floor and gave a satisfied growl. "Now, that was good sex.”
Source: The Dating Plan
“Warm hearts with willing hands makes a happy humanity.”
“Warm honey, a shot of raw whiskey, and a little hot puff of smoke wafted from his mouth like a fine and rare brandy being decanted. -- Chloe San Valentine from 3 WISHES”
Source: 3 Wishes - A Candy Hearts Romance
“Warm lips met her shoulder where he placed a light kiss. "Doona be afraid of me. I'll always protect you."
Kinsey moved back against him, allowing her shoulder to rub against his bare chest. Heat radiated from him, cocooning her in everything Ryder.”
Source: Smoke and Fire
“Warm summer sun,
shine brightly here,
Warm Southern wind,
blow softly here,
Green sod above,
lie light, lie light,
Good night, dear heart;
good night, good night.”
“Warm summer sun, shine friendly here
Warm western wind, blow kindly here;
Green sod above, rest light, rest light,
Good-night, Annette!
Sweetheart, good-night!”
“Warm summer sun, shine kindly here.”
Source: The Complete Works of Mark Twain: All 13 Novels, Short Stories, Poetry and Essays
“Warm summer sun, shine kindly here. Warm southern wind, blow softly here. Green sod above, lie light, lie light. Good night, dear Heart, Good night, good night.”
Source: The Mark Twain Autobiography + 3 Biographies: 4 Mark Twain Biographies In 1 Book: Chapters From My Autobiography By Mark Twain + My Mark Twain By William Dean Howells’ + Mark Twain A Biography By Albert Bigelow Paine + The Boys’ Life Of Mark Twain By Albert Bigelow Paine
“Warm water rebirthing has a tendency to regress people to birth memories and prenatal states of consciousness.”
“Warm weather fosters growth: cold weather destroys it. Thus a man with an unsympathetic temperament has a scant joy: but a man with a warm and friendly heart overflowing blessings, and his beneficence will extend to posterity.”
Source: A Chinese Garden of Serenity: Epigrams from the Ming Dynasty
“Warm, eager, living life-to be rooted in life-to learn, to desire, to know, to feel, to think, to act. This is what I want. And nothing less. That is what I must try for.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Katherine Mansfield (Illustrated)
“Warm-bloodedness is one of the key factors that have enabled mammals to conquer the Earth, and to develop the most complex bodies in the animal kingdom. In this series, we will travel the world to discover just how varied and how astonishing mammals are.”
“Warm-hearted! I should think he has to wear asbestos vests!”
Source: Expecting Jeeves
“Warm-heartedne ss and concern for others’ well-being are a condition for happiness, whether you are religious or not.”
“warm-heartedness generally begins at home, and those who are warm to others are warmer to themselves; it is but the overflow.”
Source: Anne
“Warmakers are often wrong. ... Peace advocates are sometimes right, especially when their ideas are not only morally sound but politically realistic”
Source: Peace: A History of Movements and Ideas
“Warmaking doesn't stop warmaking. If it did, our problems would have stopped millennia ago.”