Top 30 Cans Quotes

It’s high time for the art world to admit that the avant-garde is dead. It was killed by my hero, Andy Warhol, who incorporated into his art all the gaudy commercial imagery of capitalism (like Campbell’s soup cans) that most artists had stubbornly scorned.

When the campaign ends, and you are home, the alarm clock is the same, but you don’t know where to start after it goes off: expense reports, new stories, the crusted paint cans that have to go to the hazardous-waste disposal site, the wiper blade on the Honda that has gone droopy.

Africa is a continent in flames. And deep down, if we really accepted that Africans were equal to us, we would all do more to put the fire out. We’re standing around with watering cans, when what we really need is the fire brigade.

I think I am becoming obsessive-compulsive. David Beckham apparently turns all the Diet Coke cans in his fridge to face the same way every morning, and I nerdily sharpen all the pencils in my pot before sitting down to work.

We don’t need more recycling, we need a completely different system of closed-loop manufacturing, and no matter how many cans I crush, my personal actions at the consumer level are of very little importance in getting us there.

I simply loathe the crude 1960s distinctions between commerce and art. For me, Warhol and pop obliterated all of those separations – that was the whole point of the Brillo Boxes and Campbell’s Soup Cans. And believe it or not, in 2009, moronic journalists are still saying to me, ‘Your work is so commercial.’

Water and air, the two essential fluids on which all life depends, have become global garbage cans.

If somebody tweets ‘I like Coca-Cola,’ does that mean that they’re actually going to buy Coca-Cola? One can? Two cans? Three cans? If they retweet someone else’s Tweet, does that mean they’re going to buy it?

I challenge you, to go to any school and open 50 lunchboxes, and I guarantee you there will be one or two cans of Red Bull, there’ll be cold McDonald’s and jam sandwiches with several cakes.

Men don’t like eating out of cans. And I don’t like eating out of cans too much, either.

In the United States, under 3 percent of municipal food waste – so that’s the food scraps that goes into people’s garbage cans – actually gets recycled. If you go to a place like South Korea, the exact reverse is the case. It’s about 3 percent that doesn’t get recycled.

I paint on the ground. I paint with sticks, with big paint cans, and whatever else falls in it. Basically, what I’m doing is capturing unbridled emotion and putting it on canvas. It’s like capturing lightning in a bottle.

Gene Krupa was my big hero, and I used to play on my mother’s flour cans and sugar cans with the kitchen knives, listening to the big bands on my dad’s records. Gene Krupa and Harry James.

If you get into Scientology, you will go to auditing. It’s like therapy except that there is an E-meter between you and your auditor. That’s a device that actually measures your galvanic skin responses. It’s two metal cans that you hold. They used to be Campbell’s Soup cans with the label scraped off.

I’ve had every kind of humiliation, from playing in Gala Bingo halls to doing a PA in a Glaswegian nightclub and having cans of lager thrown at me.

I consider myself a law-abiding person. But I’m exhausted. I don’t know where to put the bottles, newspapers, cans, and other stuff for garbage pickup outside my house. The rules are so thick you need someone from M.I.T. to explain them.

If you don’t own traditional dumbbells, you can also use soup cans or bottles of water.

Diet cola is my absolute favorite drink in the world; I used to drink four cans a day. But to help me cut down, I’ve turned it into a treat. Now, instead of having dessert, I’ll have a can of diet soda. Putting a limit on how often I can drink it has helped me appreciate it more.

Take an exhibit, in the days when we saw the Pop art – Andy Warhol and all that – tomato soup cans, etc., and coming home, you saw everything like A. Warhol.

You guys got big uglies, fuumm-bull, and ‘Whoa, Nellie.’ What I got was, ‘Lindsey, why are the trash cans still out front?’ ‘This homework needs more work,’ and the inevitable was, ‘How fast were you really going?’

If you want to go out for a hunting trip and shoot cans with your son and a .22, that’s fine. Do I need an AK-47 with a 100-round magazine if I’m going on a hunting trip? No. It is, to borrow a phrase from Confucius, like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

Sure, I considered myself an anarchist; I considered myself – I still am, obviously – distrustful of the government. But I also understand the virtues of civility or democracy and kindness, of course. I wasn’t throwing garbage cans through shop windows.

Our demand for meat, dairy and refined carbohydrates – the world consumes one billion cans or bottles of Coke a day – our demand for these things, not our need, our want – drives us to consume way more calories than are good for us.

All my writing, I always do it in the studio, ’cause everything sounds good. The piano’s there, the keyboards; if you want to put strings on something… And everything sounds good when it’s in the cans; it sounds killer.

All my life I’ve had a weight problem. As a child, I loved to eat. I would hide from my mother and drink whole cans of condensed milk in my room.

I’ve spent, I think, close to the last decade effortlessly and magically converting your tin cans into pure gold.

Red-hot songs were born on the black streets of Baltimore, where I delivered five-gallon cans of kerosene and ten-pound bags of coal.

I live out of cans a lot. But I try to indulge only in healthy canned food.

I’d stand on the side of the road when I was just a little girl singing on trash cans. People would roll down their windows saying, ‘Isn’t she cute’. I had a vivid imagination. I always pretended it was some big stage.

Obviously if you’re Coppola going into ‘Apocalypse Now’ off the back of the two ‘Godfathers,’ you’re in a much better position than coming off the back of something like ‘Dust Devil,’ which had scarcely been released, and was pretty much lying around in film cans in different places.