Quotes About Style

great drummer, you've got more than 50 percent of it right there. It's like the frame of a house. Kenny keeps really good time—at times it's perfect time. But his style, his feel—he's a little bit ahead, yet the hi-hat is right on the money. That feel is what I love. It's got kind of a lean to it, and that's what rock and roll is.

I seem to be thinking rationally again in the style that is characteristic of scientists. However, this is not entirely a matter of joy as if someone returned from physical disability to good physical health.

all these epic battles and monsters lately - but love is a tiny world and I prefer a more personal style...

I influenced the BG style by not being able to draw perspective. The BG artists developed cool graphic painting styles to make my bad backgrounds look like they were that way on purpose.

I'll let you in on a secret: I can't stand Jay Ward. I hate being compared to Rocky and Bullwinkle. It's just a different style of humor.

A tailored and pleated version of men's striped trousers flapped around her long legs and pinched in tightly at her waist – a black silk shirt, complete with silver cufflinks, rippled from broad shoulders across a small bosom. A single strand of pearls at the the throat. This was hardly a gesture to femininity, for the whole appearance contrived femininity in irony.

Well, I don't know why people insist on knowing themselves. It's hard enough to know what to wear.

When John Hetherington ventured out in public wearing the first top hat, it was considered so shocking that children screamed, women fainted, and a small boy broke his arm in the chaos.

Be valiant, but not too venturous. Let thy attire be comely, but not costly.

I like design, I like details, to me it is just another form of self-expression.

The rod felt sleek and expensive in his hand; it was the Maserati of surf-casting rods.

Whenever anyone suggested that she looked as if she'd been dragged through a hedge backwards, she used to groan loudly and ram in a few more pins until her head was a complete porcupine's back of hairpins!

First rule of cleavage: it's not how low you go, but where and when you show.

She was wearing a beautiful dress with straps designed to be eaten off her shoulders.

There is definitely something sexy about a girl with an attitude and a pair of leather pants.

She should have been in her seventies, but she looked trim in a violet suit, discreet diamonds glittering in her ears. Her shoes were sensible for walking.

went up to the dressing room and got kitted, all crinolines and kilted skirts and my tits about falling out the top of my daffodil taffeta dress whenever I grabbed a breath.

Even Matthew, whose taste did not run that way at all, could see that he was beautiful, his black hair slicked back, his suit impeccably tailored and his claret tie fastened with a silver stickpin, a fleur-de-lis that matched the discreet medallions on his cordovon loafers.

She was mannishly magnificent, tall and broad-shouldered, with her long stride and her mane of unrestrained mahogany-black curls. She wore boots, and the heels clapped on the rugs unrepentant as a horse's hooves.

Pearl earrings stood in stark contrast to the twisted iron torc that rode her throat, matte black roundelles flanking the notch of her collar bone.

She was fashionably thin, the line of her jaw sharp as the detail on a porcelain horse, the tendons in her throat vanishing under the ivory silk collar of her suit.

On the subject of dress almost no one, for one or another reason, feels truly indifferent: if their own clothes do not concern them, somebody else's do.

This gathering of one's back hair inside a large net, the new style of hairdressing that William and Tai Haruru had failed to notice on the last peaceful evening at the settlement, was excellently adapted for civil war in the primeval forest, she thought, though possibly the Parisian hairdresser who had devised the fashion had been unaware of the fact.

It is impossible to be completely abstract about clothes because they have no life unless they are worn. They must fit onto a body or they do not exist.