I was a cartoonist when I was at university but I decided to go into movie making knowing that I could still draw by doing movies design work story boards and such.
When I design a wedding dress with a bustle it has to be one the bride can dance in. I love the idea that something is practical and still looks great.
How can you look at the Texas legislature and still believe in intelligent design?
But then I'm one of those guys that is still a bit afraid of the telephone its implications for conversation. I still wonder if the jukebox might be the death of live music.
Ultimately life is disease death and oblivion. It's still better than high school.
Should I perchance still feel after my death I would no longer have any doubt but I would most certainly give the lie to anyone asserting before me that I was dead.
We march and fight to death or on to victory. Our might is right no traitors shall prevail. Our hearts are steeled against the fiery gates of hell. No shot or shell can still our mighty song.
To eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.
Sleep is lovely death is better still not to have been born is of course the miracle.
So much of motion is so much of life and so much of joy and to stand still or get on but slowly is death and the devil.
Everything one does in life even love occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.
One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death one dies one's life.
It is impossible to experience one's death objectively and still carry a tune.
No matter how prepared you think you are for the death of a loved one it still comes as a shock and it still hurts very deeply.
In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion misery and death.
No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.
Let no one weep for me or celebrate my funeral with mourning for I still live as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.