“I just feel like this skin is mine. It's aging every day and the tattoos are aging with me. So, I'm going to be an old piece of paper one day with a lot of work on it.” FeelsPiecesMinesOne DayPaperSkinsAgingTattoo Author:Maria Dahvana Headley
“I don't encourage any act of murder nor do I glorify in anybody's death, but I do think that when the white public uses its press to magnify the fact that there are the lives of white hostages at stake, they don't say "hostages," every paper says "white hostages." They give me the impression that they attach more importance to a white hostage and a white death, than they do the death of a human being, despite the color of his skin.” ThinkingGivingHumansFactsUseHuman BeingsWhiteColorPaperSkinsImportanceGive MeMurderPressesImpressionDespiteStakesGlorifyHostage Author:Malcolm X
“You philosophers are lucky men. You write on paper and paper is patient. Unfortunate Empress that I am, I write on the susceptible skins of living beings.” MenWritingPowerLuckyPaperSkinsPatientPhilosopherUnfortunateSusceptibleLucky ManEmpresses Author:Catherine the Great
“When I give a speech at a corporate event, I often ask those in attendance, 'Do you know how to tell if you're doing the job?' As heads start whispering back and forth, I provide these clue: 'If you're up at 3 A.M. every night talking into a tape recorder and writing notes on scraps of paper, have a knot in your stomach and a rash on your skin, are losing sleep and losing touch with your wife and kids, have no appetite or sense of humor, and feel that everything might turn out wrong, then you're probably doing the job.'” IfsKnowsGivingFeelsWritingMightKidsJobsNightTurnsAsksSleepTalkingKnow HowWifeEventsSpeechPaperLosingSkinsNotesCorporateDo You KnowSense Of HumorStomachAppetiteTapeEvery NightClueBack And ForthWhisperingKnotsScrapRecordersAttendanceHead StartWriting Notes Book:The Score Takes Care of Itself: My Philosophy of Leadership Source: The Score Takes Care of Itself: My Philosophy of Leadership
“Civil disobedience can help to focus attention on a particular injustice. It was used historically to highlight wrongs in society - turning ancient redwood forests into paper towels or preventing people from sitting down at lunch counters because of the color of their skin. On climate change, we have not seen strong leadership coming from Washington, DC.In particular the president has an enormous opportunity to follow up on his inaugural speech with a concerted course of action to aggressively take on a clean energy transition.” PeopleHelpingActionUsedCoursesOpportunityEnergyStrongPresidentAttentionFocusParticularColorSpeechPaperSittingSkinsCleanClimateClimate ChangeInjusticeAncientEnormousForestsTransitionLunchDisobediencePreventingCivil DisobedienceHighlightsSitting DownTowelsClean EnergyInauguralWashington DcRedwoodsFollow UpInaugural SpeechPaper Towels Author:Michael Brune
“I've learned to develop a thick skin, but you're bound to be affected when you read something bad about yourself in the paper and it's rubbed in your face over and over.” FacesPaperSkinsBoundsI've LearnedAffectedYour FaceAbout YourselfThickThick Skin Author:Freida Pinto
“We carve on our body what society teaches us and continue this task, not knowing the identity they force us to have. This identity is carved on our faces and our skins. Not knowing our bodies have become "the paper made of human meat," we stuff our bodies and make them a theater where cultural symbols or suppressed symbols play.” HumansMadePlayBodyFacesForceStuffTeachKnowingIdentityPaperTasksSkinsTheaterSymbolsMeatNot Knowing Author:Kim Hyesoon
“Whether you're acting or you're writing, your skin is just basically ripped off and you're putting yourself out there. At least the acting part comes with a bit more social interaction. And you're a bit less isolated because you are working with the director and the crew, and there's a general camaraderie. Writing, you're totally isolated. You're just trying to get the words on paper.” WritingTryingSocialBitsActingDirectorsPaperSkinsIsolatedInteractionCrewRippedCamaraderieSocial InteractionPutting Yourself Out ThereWords On Paper Author:Tama Janowitz
“It was her first book, an indigo cover with a silver moonflower, an art nouveau flower, I traced my finger along the silver line like smoke, whiplash curves. ... I touched the pages her hands touched, I pressed them to my lips, the soft thick old paper, yellow now, fragile as skin. I stuck my nose between the bindings and smelled all the readings she had given, the smell of unfiltered cigarettes and the espresso machine, beaches and incense and whispered words in the night. I could hear her voice rising from the pages. The cover curled outward like sails.” FirstsArtBookHandsNightReadingGivenVoiceLinesFlowerPaperPagesSkinsMachinesFingersLipsSmellStuckSmokeBeachNosesRisingTouchedSilverFragileYellowThickCigaretteSailCurvesBindingIncenseEspressoIndigoWhiplash Author:Janet Fitch
“We'll bury our mothers and fathers - shuttling our children off for sleepovers, jumping on red-eyes, telling eachother stories that hurt to hear, about gasping, agonal breaths, hospice nurses, scars and bruises and scabs, and how skin papers shortly after a person passes. We will nod in agreement that it is as much an honor to witness a person leave this world as it is to watch a person come into it.” WorldChildrenPersonsStoriesEyeMotherFatherHurtWatchesThis WorldHonorPaperRedSkinsBreathsOur ChildrenWitnessAgreementScarNursePapersJumpingMother And FatherBruisesHospiceScabsSleepoversRed Eye Author:Kelly Corrigan
“Curse him for being all tight muscle, with ivory skin and a mouth as soft as rose petals. Curse him for having hair as fair as the sun, and eyes as black as night. Curse him for having the grace of a cat and deft, cool hands. And now I am having the same argument on paper that I have in my own head on too many nights. I know my choice is sensible, but it isn't my common sense I think with, those times Rosto's stolen a kiss from me.” ThinkingKnowsHandsEyeNightChoicesBlackMy OwnCommonSunGraceHairKissingPaperMouthsFairsArgumentCatSkinsRoseCommon SenseCurseMusclesSensibleStolenPetalsIvoryRose Petals Author:Tamora Pierce
“As though she had entered a fable, as though she were no more than words crawling along a dry page, or as though she were becoming that page itself, that surface on which her story would be written and across which there blew a hot and merciless wind, turning her body to papyrus, her skin to parchment, her soul to paper.” SoulStoriesBodyWould BeWrittenWindBecomingPaperPagesSkinsHotSurfaceDryFablesCrawlingPapyrus Author:Salman Rushdie