“There is no creative expression of artistic value that has ever been produced by ex-drunkards and ex-drug-addicts. Who the hell would bother with a Rolling Stones without booze or with a Jimi Hendrix without heroin?” ValuesHellCreativeExpressionDrugStonesArtisticBotherRollingAddictExesHeroinRolling StonesDrug AddictBoozeDrunkardsHendrixCreative Expression Author:Lars von Trier
“Shepperton Church was a very different looking building five-and-twenty years ago. To be sure, its substantial stone tower looks at you through its intelligent eye, the clock, with the friendly expression of former days; but in everything else what changes!” YearsLooksBookDifferentEyeChurchFiveBuildingExpressionYears AgoStonesTwentiesIntelligentFormerClockFriendlyTowers Book:Silas Marner and Scenes of Clerical Life Source: Silas Marner and Scenes of Clerical Life
“jewels have played a colorful part in the evolution of world affairs. Because precious stones tend to inspire both admiration and greed, leaders have found convenient excuses for seeking them and have used them to impress crowds, reward friends, deprive foes, forge alliances, and justify war. Jewels may find their highest expression in the decorative arts, but they have also earned a place in the art of the possible.” WorldMayArtWarUsedFoundLeaderInspireExpressionEvolutionHighestStonesRewardsGreedAffairCrowdsSeekingExcuseJustifyAdmirationImpressJewelsFoeConvenientAlliancesColorfulPrecious StonesWorld Affairs Author:Madeleine Albright
“He stood beneath the white tower, and looked up at it with that mournful expression which his face always carried in repose: for one moment he thought of climbing up its cracked and broken stone, and then from its summit screaming down at the silent city as a child might scream at a chained animal.” ChildrenMomentsMightFacesWhiteAnimalCitiesExpressionBrokenStonesSilentClimbingScreamTowersSummitReposeCrackedChainedClimbing Up Author:Peter Ackroyd
“A forest," William said, his expression distant. "Where the ground is dry soil and stone. Where tall trees grow and centuries of autumn carpet their roots. Where the wind smells of game and wildflowers." "Why, that was lovely, Lord Bill. Do you ever write poetry? Something for your blueblood lady?" "No." "She doesn't like poetry?" "Leave it." Hehe. "Oh, so you have a lady. How interes--” WritingSaidGamesGrowsLordTreeCenturyExpressionWindStonesRootsBillsSmellLovelyForestsDrySoilAutumnTallCarpetWildflowersTall Trees Book:Bayou Moon Source: Bayou Moon