I plan on working out for the first part of the day, because if I let my day get away from me, the workout is out the window!
Bad weather always looks worse through a window.
You see, I don’t draw from life at all, but I do look out of my window a lot.
I will go to my grave believing that participation is best driven by the well-stocked shop window.
As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring heaven.
I thought, ‘I’ve been doing this for 16 years professionally. I have a window where I want to play leading parts.’
I’ve seen tons of pictures. But when I first looked out the window at the Earth, it’s hard to describe. There are no words.
I’ve always been into music. I used to DJ. I used to mix reggae and that. I used to be into reggae hard. Well first it was rap, then reggae, then rap again, then rap and reggae. But I was always DJing out my window for the whole estate. Everyone used to sit outside and all and listen. And I used to be running rhythms in that.
Obviously you’re looking out the window and you’re seeing Earth and that’s moving and then you’re in a spacecraft now that can move on all axes while you’re floating inside it and I think, for some people, maybe the combination of all three is a little bit of a sensory overload.
I’ve built a tree house; because of my architectural training, it’s heavily over-designed, with an oriel window sticking out of it and flying foxes coming off it.
I was the kid who stared out the window. I fantasized myself on the deck of pirate ships – Cussler at the bridge.
Between the daylight gambler and the player at night there is the same difference that lies between a careless husband and the lover swooning under his lady’s window.
It makes me very sad. Everyone’s afraid of each other – Jews are afraid of Palestinians, Palestinians are afraid of Jews. Everywhere I see fear, not understanding. Reason went out of the window a long time ago.
I always remember my childhood house with happy memories. There was a beautiful garden, and outside my bedroom window was a jasmine vine which would open in the evenings, giving off a divine scent.
I visited Notre Dame at 11 in the morning and the sun was entering through the south rose window, it was so impressive. This is when architecture can be king and give people sensations, like music.
What I aspire to is to have the viewer look directly at the subject, as if they’re looking through a window at the real thing.
The skyline in Alfred Hitchcock’s ‘Rope’ is made up: no, you don’t get the Waldorf and the Chrysler and the Empire State buildings and a dozen other magnificent structures in one window.
Regarding green screen, green screen is really like doing some stage work. You have to make believe that there is a window, make believe that something is there that is really not there and convince the audience. It’s part of acting.
When I was working for Radio 1 in Ibiza I stayed in a horrible place with a tiny window and really noisy air conditioning – the last thing you need in Ibiza, where you’re often a little bit the worse for wear at the end of the night.
My mother and I could always look out the same window without ever seeing the same thing.
I’m one of those people, in any country I’m in, if somebody could just put me in a car or a bus, I’ll look out the window and say, ‘OK, there’s the Tower of London, there’s Buckingham Palace, there’s Big Ben,’ and if it all takes about five minutes, perfect. I’ve seen all of it and I can go home.
I’m really looking forward to it, if you can imagine floating weightless, watching the world pour by through the big bay window of the space station playing a guitar; just a tremendous place to think about where we are in history.
This has been the new normal since September 11. Everyone knows, but nobody says, that if something happens again, the elite consensus in this country, and the overwhelming consensus of the citizenry, will be to pitch the Bill of Rights out the window and start rounding folks up.
Now, if someone wants to spit on me, I just roll up the window of my BMW 540i.
I feel that it is healthier to look out at the world through a window than through a mirror. Otherwise, all you see is yourself and whatever is behind you.
I will waste an extraordinary amount of time, you know. And if it’s not watching television, I’ll be sitting staring out of the window. And yes, I know there’s the idea of the artist, sitting there doing nothing while things are going on, but actually, no. It’s vacant space. I’m thinking about the laundry.
You need to look no further than Apple’s iPhone to see how fast brilliantly written software presented on a beautifully designed device with a spectacular user interface will throw all the accepted notions about pricing, billing platforms and brand loyalty right out the window.
I was very dreamy. Insular. I’m always amazed I survived adolescence at all and wasn’t squashed flat by a juggernaut. Gaping, I think was my main skill. Staring out of the window.
When you’re a birder, you have all sorts of reference books, and you know about migratory patterns and technical stuff. Most people just look out the window, and say ‘is that a pigeon?’
Art is the window to man’s soul. Without it, he would never be able to see beyond his immediate world; nor could the world see the man within.
My plan of going to Tokyo has gone out of the window, but I was able to spend three to four months with my family and I’ve never been able to do that before.
I have a beautiful sofa, which is my writing corner, on which I sit every day and look outside the window.
Players have a very short window of opportunity and they’re just interested in what they can earn.
When I was in school, I used to look out the window and see the big red double-deck buses driving by. It just looked so free.
Ursula Nordstrom was famous for finding artists in unlikely places. Maurice Sendak was a window designer, and she just came across one of his windows. Everyone was looking to find a talent.
A dog is a vehicle, you know; a dog is a window to Mother Nature, and that’s the closest species we have.
There was a small window when I wanted to be an astronaut. It may have coincided with not getting cast in a high school play.
I was useless in the classroom; I would spend my time looking out of the window after the first 10 minutes. But when you do an apprenticeship, you don’t have to wait for the teacher to tell you when it’s time to start, because you are on the shop floor learning for real.
I think sexuality is a window into someone’s soul.
I have a room dedicated to music and recording. I go there first thing in the morning and just before I go to bed. And it has a window to my street, so I can watch all the crazies walking by.
Trying to predict the future is like trying to drive down a country road at night with no lights while looking out the back window.
I used to listen to my music on the bus. It was one of my favourite things, to look out the window and over at the Jacques Cartier Bridge and Parc Jean-Drapeau.
I was walking down First Avenue, heading to CVS. And two police cars pulled over and stopped, and rolled down the window and one of them asked, ‘Are you Isaac Wright?’ When I said yes, they immediately got out and asked me to take pictures with them in front of the police car.
My house borders horse farms, and I can look out my window and see the horses and the new colts. It’s really peaceful.
When I was a kid, I’d take a small foam ball and try to get my shot over the couch so it would finish in the corner of the window.
I was never a lonely child who sat looking at the rain sliding down the window.
Anytime I float by a window, I can tell whether the outside is lit or if it’s dark outside. When we’re working it’s just day for us with the lights on inside.
When I was living in Jerusalem, I used to write in a coffee shop called Tmol Shilshom. I’d sit at the same table every day and work. And right next to my seat was a weathered wingback chair by a window.
I was a window dresser for Burton’s once. What really put me off was the area manager coming round and saying, Charles, I think you’re a natch at this.
Don’t waste a minute not being happy. If one window closes, run to the next window- or break down a door.
I’ve come to realize that you live on through recordings; they’re like a musical diary, a window into somebody’s soul.
Time flies so quick. I remember my second year in business when Bullocks Wilshire did a whole window of my white dresses. I was so excited, I went there at night and took pictures.
There’s a lot of stress… but once you get in the car, all that goes out the window.
Why do alcoholics begin down the same hazardous road day after day? They are in search of that elusive window of well-being that opens when you drink your way out of a hangover and aren’t yet drunk all over again. The alcoholic’s day consists of trying to keep that window open.
I had a little radio next to the bed and I’d just listen to the top 10 – I mean, it was crap but I was young – and I would get up in the dark with the moon coming in through the window and I would just dance in my pajamas in the dark to the top 10. I didn’t have a CD player… so it was kind of all I had, you know?
