#andy

I've always loved words. I ate up all the books I could get my hands on, and when I couldn't get books, I read candy wrappers and labels on cereal and toothpaste boxes. ↗

— Judy Holliday

#ate #books #boxes #candy #cereal

Then you have to be with somebody who understands your job. Understands there are gonna be dollybirds going, 'Hi I'm Candy,' and be prepared to ignore that. And also be prepared to be there when you get home. That's a difficult job. ↗

— Jay Kay

#be prepared #candy #difficult #difficult job #get

I think people enjoy a series. When you like a story, many readers want more of the same, which is dandy, if the author and the characters have more to say. ↗

— Sarah Zettel

#characters #dandy #enjoy #i #i think

Candy is full of taste. But so is shit, because taste is full of smell.
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— Jarod Kintz

#food #shit #smell #taste #food

But what was interesting about what the Who did is that we took things which were happening in the pop genre and represent them to people so that they see them in a new way. I think the best example is Andy Warhol's work, the image of Marilyn Monroe or the Campbell's soup can. ↗

— Pete Townshend

#andy #best #campbell #did #example

Career highlights? I had two - I got an intentional walk from Sandy Koufax and I got out of a rundown against the Mets. ↗

— Bob Uecker

#career #got #had #highlights #i

If you want to know all about Andy Warhol, just look at the surface of my paintings and films and me, and there I am. There's nothing behind it. ↗

— Andy Warhol

#am #andy #andy warhol #behind #films

Poor Andy Nave was killed. He refused to surrender and was shot by Dick Fields. I felt sorry as he used to be quite friendly towards me before the war, but it could not be helped. ↗

— Stand Watie

#before #could #felt #fields #friendly

I have to have the cotton candy shipped in. ↗

— Meg White

#cotton #i #shipped

For too long we have been the playthings of massive corporations, whose sole aim is to convert our world into a gargantuan shopping 'mall'. Pleasantry and civility are being discarded as the worthless ephemera of a bygone age; an age where men doffed their hats at ladies, and children could be counted on to mind your Jack Russell while you took a mild and bitter in the pub. The twinkly-eyed tobacconist, the ruddy-cheeked landlord and the bewhiskered teashop lady are being trampled under the mighty blandness of 'drive-thru' hamburger chains. Customers are herded in and out of such places with an alarming similarity to the way the cattle used to produce the burgers are herded to the slaughterhouse. The principal victim of this blandification is Youth, whose natural propensity to shun work, peacock around the town and aggravate the constabulary has been drummed out of them. Youth is left with a sad deficiency of joie de vivre, imagination and elegance. Instead, their lives are ruled by territorial one-upmanship based on brands of plimsoll, and Youth has become little more than a walking, barely talking advertising hoarding for global conglomerates. ... But now, a spectre is beginning to haunt the reigning vulgarioisie: the spectre of Chappism. A new breed of insurgent has begun to appear on the streets, in the taverns and in the offices of Britain: The Anarcho-Dandyist. Recognisable by his immaculate clothes, the rakish angle of his hat and his subtle rallying cry of "Good day to you sir/ madam! ↗

— Gustav Temple and Vic Darkwood

#britain #chap #chappism #chaps #civility