Ten soldiers wisely led will beat a hundred without a head.
I love writing on trains. The joy of being a writer is it’s all in your head; you don’t need materials apart from the laptop. It’s like taking your work home with you, so you can feel grounded in your own insane writerly realities wherever you are.
Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world straight in the eye.
Schizophrenia demons live in my head.
The ballplayer who loses his head, who can’t keep his cool, is worse than no ballplayer at all.
I’ll watch a highlight tape of my kicks and I’ll play a song that I like the night before the game and then I’ll sing that song in my head to visually get myself ready and have positive thoughts.
Many a man curses the rain that falls upon his head, and knows not that it brings abundance to drive away the hunger.
I had elements that were much more than what Steve Jobs or Mark Zuckerberg or Bill Gates had. If I work according to their methods, what will I create? All of this was in my head when I was young.
I always work on the principle that if my heart and my head are together on an issue, write it, say it.
We do have pictures on the wall, in our office in Belfast where we spend half our time. All the head shots are on the wall. So yeah, we just throw darts at the ones we don’t want anymore.
The biggest lesson that I’ve learnt is that things can change so quickly, never get used to one thing because everything can flip on it’s head.
It’s not fair to say that people who work with their head or with their hands ought to pay taxes, but people who earn their living with capital ought not to.
To be a head boy, you have to be very clever, you have to be a scholar, and I was never a scholar in any shape or form.
You have to say what comes into your head, and sometimes the wrong words come, in the wrong order or I’d make prophecies which immediately turned out to be wrong.
God made me the way I am for a reason and I would never change that. I lead a normal life as much as possible and deal with the bumps in the road as they come along with my head held high and a smile on my face!
A lot of our work at Intel was on the automotive side: in the head unit, engine, and brake controllers.
I don’t like it when people don’t look me dead in the eye. I move my head around trying to catch their eye.
I was 65 in May, and when I have just shaved, I see my father. I realise that I now have the same facial idiosyncrasies he had: little twitches here and there, mouth and nose movements, even the way he would tilt his head.
Did your mother never tell you not to drink on an empty head?
Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet’s abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.
In Blow-up I used my head instinctively!
I’m old enough to know that a red carpet’s just a rug, and I’ve been able to enjoy the pageantry without letting it go to my head.
If a listener nods his head when you’re explaining your program, wake him up.
Giving birth is like taking your lower lip and forcing it over your head.
It used to be that you had to come to Silicon Valley, walk up Sand Hill Road, network with individuals. That’s now being completely changed and turned on its head by the whole ICO thing.
I get facials. I get a manicure and pedicure every week. I get my hair cut, and I oil myself down from head to toe. I got that from my brother. I was so impressed with how high maintenance he was. When he left the room, you could still smell him for an hour.
Kevin Costner has feathers in his hair and feathers in his head. The Indians should have called him ‘Plays with Camera.’
I used to drive up and down Pacific Coast Highway in this black Porsche, and I had seen a couple of accidents on the highway involving Porsches. I realized if you’re in any kind of head on accident in one of those cars, they’re going to get you out of it with a can opener, one of those Jaws of Life.
I like to sit in my backyard. I go out on the hammock and sit in silence and kind of meditate. Nature is calming, and it’s nice to go out there and clear my head.
I’ve got a nice collection of paintings – a Basquiat, a black-and-white Warhol that’s like a Rorschach test, and I commissioned Takashi Murakami to do a ten-foot joint for me. It’s almost like the explosion in Hiroshima with his famous skeleton head. There’s a wall above my fireplace reserved for it.
Well, Freddie Mercury is a really huge rock star in my head. I’ve always thought he was just so tough and such an amazing entertainer, really a contradiction in many ways as well. So he was incredible.
I prayed like a man walking in a forest at night, feeling his way with his hands, at each step fearing to fall into pure bottomlessness forever. Prayer is like lying awake at night, afraid, with your head under the cover, hearing only the beating of your own heart.
When you reach the editing stage, it is often the case that you can get too involved with the story to detect errors. You can see words in your head that aren’t actually there on the page, sentences blur together and errors escape you, and you follow plot threads and see only the images in your skull.
When I was younger, I could do something useful just by being free for half a day, but now I need five days to get the world I’ve left out of my head and ten days or a fortnight not talking to anyone to hold what I need to hold inside my head.
Who can map out the various forces at play in one soul? Man is a great depth, O Lord. The hairs of his head are easier by far to count than his feeling, the movements of his heart.
When the technique doesn’t arrive at the best level, arrive with your heart, with head, with enthusiasm, with passion, with work.
Mad or glad, Mr. Reagan is head over heels in love with Mrs. Reagan and can’t even imagine a world without her – He loves her.
I have a very positive attitude in life. My insecurity, fear and need to know about tomorrow has fortunately eased. What is going to happen will happen anyway. So why break my head over it?
The universal narrator knows all and can enter a character’s head any time he chooses.
My husband gave me a necklace. It’s fake. I requested fake. Maybe I’m paranoid, but in this day and age, I don’t want something around my neck that’s worth more than my head.
With two thousand years of Christianity behind him… a man can’t see a regiment of soldiers march past without going off the deep end. It starts off far too many ideas in his head.
It can get really messy inside my head, and it’s usually just because everybody can get really self-centered at some point. And so what usually keeps me from quitting is that my reasons for quitting are just lame. I wouldn’t want anybody else to talk to myself the way that I talk to myself.
Anyone can be confident with a full head of hair. But a confident bald man – there’s your diamond in the rough.
I like to swim. It’s good for the body and it helps clear my head.
It is any day better to stand erect with a broken and bandaged head then to crawl on one’s belly, in order to be able to save one’s head.
I’m always trying to make something that is impossible to film. Why would somebody just read a novel when they can see it on TV or in the cinema? I really have to think of the things fiction can do that film can’t and play to the strengths of the novel. With a novel, you can get right inside somebody’s head.
The important thing is to learn a lesson every time you lose. Life is a learning process and you have to try to learn what’s best for you. Let me tell you, life is not fun when you’re banging your head against a brick wall all the time.
My dad once told me, he was like, ‘The only time you should lie is when someone’s holding a gun to your head and says ‘Okay, lie or I’m going to shoot you.’ And that really stuck with me.
Before I start, I search the internet for hours looking for inspiration – I look at horror movies, special effects, everything. Then, I take a bunch of screenshots, and pile them together in Photoshop to create a story for myself. I plan it out in my head, but I don’t ever practice beforehand.
The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
For most of my adult life, I always had this pain in my gut, but because I had to survive, and I had to pay the rent, I needed the roof over our head and food for us to eat and some clothes.
I’m an adrenaline junkie but also a petrol head.
I have a clear conscience and never let success get to my head. You know that when you achieve something, you can change the way you are very easily.
Muhammad Ali – he was a magnificent fighter and he was an icon… Every head must bow, every knee must bend, every tongue must confess, thou art the greatest, the greatest of all time, Muhammad, Muhammad Ali.
I’ve always been a big fan of taking old songs and completely turning them on their head. Having no adherence to the fine tradition of the original version. Rearranging them and taking a different approach to them.
My practicality consists in this, in the knowledge that if you beat your head against the wall it is your head which breaks and not the wall – that is my strength, my only strength.
I try to stay positive and keep my head up right, but I really do have a lot of anxiety.
