#wright

Frank Lloyd Wright... his things were beautiful but not very functional. ↗

— David Byrne

#frank #frank lloyd wright #functional #his #lloyd

When I was sixteen or seventeen, I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be a playwright. But everything I wrote, I thought, was weak. And I can remember falling asleep in tears because I had no talent the way I wanted to have. ↗

— Francis Ford Coppola

#because #everything #falling #had #i

Playwrights have texts, composers have scores, painters and sculptors have the residue of those activities, and dance is traditionally an ephemeral, effervescent, here-today-gone-tomorrow kind of thing. ↗

— Twyla Tharp

#composers #dance #ephemeral #kind #painters

I am a better novelist than a poet, playwright, or essayist. ↗

— Jose Saramago

#better #essayist #i #i am #novelist

Joe Wright called me and I also had some trepidation along those lines but he said no, it would work. He had a very clear and specific idea of what he wanted to do. ↗

— Donald Sutherland

#also #called #clear #had #i

Theatres are curious places, magician's trick-boxes where the golden memories of dramtic triumphs linger like nostalgic ghosts, and where the unexplainable, the fantastic, the tragic, the comic and the absurd are routine occurences on and off the stage. Murders, mayhem, politcal intrigue, lucrative business, secret assignations, and of course, dinner. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#actors #dinner #drama #dramatic #fantastic

Please consult your child’s Witch doctor before using this product. Diapers may cause severe allergies, internal bleeding, and irreversible sex change. ↗

— Kenya Wright

#fire-baptized #humor #kenya-wright #sex-change #witch-doctor

There is something you can do. You can smile. Sakura-chan, your smile is like food to a starving man for Syaoran-kun. ↗

— CLAMP

#tsubasa-reservoir-chronicle #food

...the real junk food is what Frank Lloyd Wright called light entertainment - bubblegum for the eye ... ↗

— John Geddes

#entertainment #frank-lloyd-wright #inspiration #junk-food #food

Pleasure died forty years ago in America, perhaps further back, in a wave of carbon monoxide, gasoline, cigarettes for dames, the belief in everything and everybody, tolerance for the intolerable, the hatred of being alone in silence for more than twenty seconds, the assurance that immortality was Americans eating all-cow franks, with speeded-up peristalsis while talking to a crowd of fifteen trillion other same-bodies eating sandwiches, gassing cokes, peristalsing, and talking, while baseball-sound-movie-TV tomorrow's trots off track betting howled roared farted choked gagged exploded reentered atmo honked bawled deafened pawed puked croaked shouted repeated repeated REPEATED, especially SAY IT AGAIN LOUDER SAY IT AGAIN, stick that product in every God-damned American's mouth and make him say I BOUGHT IT, GOD I BOUGHT IT AND IT'S GREAT IT's HOLLYWOOD IT'S MY ARSE GOING UP AND DOWN AGAIN, IT'S USA, GOD, and if you can't get it in his mouth and make him SWEAR IT SWEAR IT USA, stick it in his anal sphincter (look it up in the dictionary, college graduates, on account of you didn't have time to learn it in the College of Your Choice). ↗

— James Purdy

#movies