Quotes About Contrast

An angel and a beast. Luke laughed. Who would have thought it? I fucking did. And that's why he was the Lord of the Dark.

the absence of activity in her life is matched by the phenomenal activity of her intellect

I)t's just as important to show the hard things in the world as it is to show the beautiful ones. Even in the midst of horrible things, there are little bits of wonder, and all of it's true.

Low tide smells mud-black and tangy, but high tide smells clean and salty.

Like twinned with unlike is beauty's shock.

To me, real humor is very serious. Mark Twain's humor in Huckleberry Finn is funny, but it's about very serious things. It's a deeper, richer laugh for me.

People can be unimaginably foolish...and they can be unimaginably grand, at times.

How is it, Chloe, that your pretty skirt Is torn so badly by the winds that hurt Real people, you who, in eternity, sing The hours, sun in your hair appearing And disappearing? How is that your breasts Are pierced by shrapnel, and the oak groves burn, While you, charmed, caring not at all, turn To run through forests of machinery and concrete And haunt us with the echoes of your feet?

If you can't laugh at the dark, you shouldn't grin like the Sphinx. Understand?

No one is forever occupied with sorrow, and there is a kind of gaiety that goes hand in hand with sorrow. Sorrow stands aside for a while to make room for mirth, and then steps forward to take her victim in a stronger grip. It was like that with me.

Tim admires everything he sees and waxes more and more enthusiastic as we proceed from room to room. I become more and more depressed at the prospect of trying to keep the place moderately clean with two maids.

It was a five-mile drive. I peeped out of my bedroom window as they came up the path together and my first impression was that they were very alike. They were the same height and had the same wavy grey hair. Later I changed my mind and decided that no two men could be more unlike.

same way with the same background, and in outward appearance they were not unlike, but inwardly there was no resemblance at all:

We may have been like needles in a hay stack, but they were like needles . . . in a stack of needles

There are only two types of people in this world; people who hate clowns, and clowns.

Gotta love Walmart. Where else can you buy Fritos and bullets?

From one perspective or another, all our lives are narrow. Only when lives are placed side by side do they seem larger.

One moment they were in a Brandenyard street, the next running by wicket-fenced fields where stupidly dignified goats with great, flopping ears and fat, overlong noses stared at them solemnly.

I do love playing aristocrats, probably because it's so against type. So much more interesting than playing a version of yourself.

French pharmacies probably feel like CVS to French people, but to me, they feel like a real-life version of 'Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory.'

I've always thought of L.A. as the modern version of 'The Garden of Earthly Delights.'

I look like a melanin version of Chris Hayes.

One of the first albums I can remember hearing was a Supertramp best of, with mostly 'Breakfast in America' songs on it. It's kind of the same thing as the Flaming Lips, where there are these really melancholy lyrics and melodies, yet it's extremely uplifting. They're like a nonfuturistic version of the Flaming Lips.

Orson Welles's second 'I-did-it' should show once and for all that film making, radio and the stage are three different guys better kept separated. 'The Magnificent Ambersons' is one of those versions of the richest family in town during the good old days.