High eena.
Let my silence grow with noise as pregnant mothers grow with life. Let my silence permeate these walls as sunlight permeates a home. Let the silence rise from unwatered graves and craters left by bomb...
Everyone checks out my mom. My mom's hot.
Dreams become regrets when left in the mind, never planted in the soil of action.
Be nice to people... maybe it'll be unappreciated, unreciprocated, or ignored, but spread the love anyway. We rise by lifting others.
The details are the very source of expression in architecture. But we are caught in a vice between art and the bottom line.
I count my blessings as follows:1) I'm alive.2) Beauty is in the world all around me.3) I share my love with everyone and not just a select few.4) I give thanks to whoever made and created us no matte...
My only career goal is to be an halloween icon.
A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others.
When you are fitted in a racing car and you race to win, second or third place is not enough.
Confusion of goals and perfection of means seems, in my opinion, to characterize our age.