Everything I do is a reflection of the duality within me. Musically, I really love things that are very synthetic and unnatural. And I also like the organic and human… the intrinsic, I guess.
New York – that unnatural city where every one is an exile, none more so than the American.
But not to have music would be unnatural to me.
Redheads were particularly persecuted during the European witch trials of the fifteenth, sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. The colour was associated with the devil, and the pale skin which most redheads have was thought unnatural and deathly.
I could never just play in a pub in front of four people because I would have had all the press turn up. That way, you don’t get to build up naturally. It makes the work feel unnatural, and puts a lot of unnatural pressure on you.
My mother was a journalist, so writing is not unnatural to me.
Why is it so painful to watch a person sink? Because there is something unnatural in it, for nature demands personal progress, evolution, and every backward step means wasted energy.
I’m suspicious of the idea of categories in music and this idea of things being in boxes. To me, that seems unnatural. I write the music that somebody with my biography would write, and the thing that’s always driven me is an enthusiasm for the material. I sort of follow the notes to where they want to go.
Auditioning is such an unnatural thing. You’re in a tiny little room with, like, seven people cramped together, acting to a casting director; just, none of it makes any sense.
There’s nothing unnatural in creation.
Though I acted in hundreds of productions, appeared at the Guthrie Theatre and on Broadway in Amadeus, I discovered in my thirties that I didn’t really like stage acting. The presence of the audience, the eight shows a week and the possibility of a long run were all unnatural to me.
It is unnatural to deny effort, adversity, and pain.
In the country the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing. It is like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time.
I am against nature. I don’t dig nature at all. I think nature is very unnatural. I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can’t touch with decay.
Certainly nothing is unnatural that is not physically impossible.
It’s unnatural to believe death usually has a beauty and a concordance and is usually a coming together of your life’s work. It leads to frustration for the patient. And it leaves grieving families convinced they did something wrong.
Whatever the scientists may say, if we take the supernatural out of life, we leave only the unnatural.
I have realized that I hate going to the premieres of the movies that I’m in. Because I feel this tension after the movie is over that everyone feels obligated to say something nice to you. It’s so unnatural and uncomfortable.
It’s not a natural translation, transition, to take something from stage to screen. Onstage your action is communicated through the spoken word primarily, and on screen it’s communicated through pictures. So it’s always been kind of unnatural to take something that lives on the stage and turn it into moving pictures.
Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural.
The unnatural, that too is natural.
In whatever I may be thought to have been unnatural, unwise and indelicate, it is now my most fervent desire it may have a suitable impression on you – and on me, a penitent for every wrong thought and step.
I do not go so far as the extreme male ‘sexists’ who contend that women should confine themselves to the home and children and that any search for alternative careers is unnatural. On the other hand, I do not see much more support for the opposite contention that domestic-type women are violating their natures.
Man is the unnatural animal, the rebel child of nature, and more and more does he turn himself against the harsh and fitful hand that reared him.
The educator wants the child to be finished at once and perfect. He forces upon the child an unnatural degree of self-mastery, a devotion to duty, a sense of honour – habits that adults get out of with astonishing rapidity.
Cruelty is a part of nature, at least of human nature, but it is the one thing that seems unnatural to us.
Writing about our gods in English is unnatural, but I believe language is just a carrier – a means to an end.
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