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“I don't need any more press. I get enough when I work, but environmental causes is one place where you can get me to open my mouth. And put my foot in it if necessary. I think the only thing I do that gives me any bragging rights in terms of energy conservation is sailing. Just using wind power.”

Ifs Thinking Needs Giving Enough Energy Causes Term Rights Feet Wind Mouths Give Me Presses Environmental Conservation Sailing Bragging Energy Conservation Wind Power Bragging Rights

Author:Morgan Freeman

“My movies are film-paintings - moving portraits captured on celluloid. I'll layer that with sound to create a unique mood -- like if the Mona Lisa opened her mouth, and there would be a wind, and she'd turn back and smile. It would be strange and beautiful.”

Ifs Would Be Beautiful Film Moving Turns Sound Strange Painting Wind Unique Mouths Mood Layers Portraits Captured Mona Lisa Celluloid

Author:David Lynch

“Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came, And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame. With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank, And dipped its cup in the purpurate shine When the eastern conduits ran with wine.”

Earth Left Sun Fire Blood Wind Summer Mouths Red Wine Shining Lips Cups Grass Ran Flames Print Lions Eastern Drank Bosoms Poppies Flapping

Book:God: thoughts in an age of uncertainty

Source: God: thoughts in an age of uncertainty

“Anyway, I'm doing my rave and this spittle comes out of my mouth and it winds its way very delicately through the wire fence that separates us and lands clear and bright on Denzel's lip. And we're at the beginning of the scene and I've got to do the rest of the scene, and the camera isn't on him, it's on me - and I'm fully aware that I've just spat on Denzel Washington!”

Way Clear Land Wind Scene Mouths Cameras Lips Fence Wire Rave Spats Denzel

Author:Russell Crowe

“They all have tired mouths and bright seamless souls. And a longing (as for sin) sometimes haunts their dreams. They are almost all alike; in God's gardens they keep still, like many, many intervals in his might and melody. Only when they spread their wings are they wakers of a wind: as if God with his broad sculptor- hands leafed through the pages in the dark book of the beginning.”

Ifs Stills Book Soul Sometimes Dream Hands Might Dark Sin Wind Pages Mouths Garden Longing Tired Wings Spread Melody Broads Intervals Sculptors Seamless

Book:The Book of Images

Source: The Book of Images

“For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. Such are the autumn people.”

People Humans Doe Soul Reason Eye Night Choices Fall Speak Stars Blood Wind Normal Mouths Ears Seasons Storm Flesh Graves Weather Dust Sinner Autumn Abyss Snakes Veins Worms Tombs Tick Frenzy Toads

Author:Ray Bradbury

“By the Angel," Jace said, looking the demon up and down. "I knew Greater Demons were meant to be ugly, but no one ever warned me about the smell." Abbadon opened its mouth and hissed. Inside its mouth were two rows of jagged glass-sharp teeth. "I'm not sure about this wind and howling darkness business," Jace went on, "smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from Staten Island?”

Source: Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instruments Series (5 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels, City of Lost Souls

“She had sand in her mouth and between her toes, the briny wind raising goose bumps on her skin, and the sweetest, spellbound feeling spilling from her heart. She could, at that moment, have died for him.”

Heart Moments Feelings Wind Mouths Skins Died Sand That Moment Toes Sweetest Bumps Geese Spilling

Book:The Fallen Sequence: An Omnibus Edition

Source: The Fallen Sequence: An Omnibus Edition

“Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. Your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. The city shudders, Stones exhale— you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breath— the night is done. You are light and morning.”

Ends Done Light Eye Night House Lost Stars Dark Cities Steps Morning Streets Sweet Wind Mouths Stones Empty Breaths Breathe Awakening Hills Dawn Gray Warmth Breeze Empty Streets Trill

Author:Cesare Pavese

“With a changing key, you unlock the house where the snow of what’s silenced drifts. Just like the blood that bursts from Your eye or mouth or ear, so your key changes. Changing your key changes the word That may drift with flakes. Just like the wind that rebuffs you, Clenched round your word is the snow.”

May Eye House Blood Wind Keys Mouths Ears Rounds Snow Flakes Rebuff

Author:Paul Celan

“She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. He mouth was cold, her lips rough from the winter wind, and if the mystics are right and we are doomed to repeat our squalid lives ad infinitum, at least I will always return to that kiss”

Ifs Wind Cold Return Kissing Mouths Winter Lips Repeats Rough Ads Doomed

Book:City of Thieves: A Novel

Source: City of Thieves: A Novel

“... He went under the stars, and the tender light of the moon, when it hung like an eyelash and the tree trunks shone like bones. He walked through wind and weather, and beneath sun-bleached skies. It seemed to Harold that he had been waiting all his life to walk. He no longer knew how far he had come, but only that he was going forward. The pale Cotswold stone became the red brick of Warwickshire, and the land flattened into middle England. Harold reached his hand to his mouth to brush away a fly, and felt a beard growing in thick tufts. Queenie would live. He knew it.”

Hands Light Stars Felt Waiting Walks Sun Growing Tree Sky Land Middle Wind Moon Mouths Red Stones England Bones Weather Thick Pale Hung Brushes Bricks Beard Trunks Eyelashes Tree Trunks

Author:Rachel Joyce