Quotes About Contrast

I like playing with light and shade. I like saying awful things in very pretty ways.

I think that everybody likes the bad guy.

Balance is the enemy of art.

Sometimes the leads are equally balanced, like in 'Romeo and Juliet,' but sometimes they're just not.

If you take the yin-yang, it has a piece of the other inside itself. You can't be too much of one thing and be balanced.

I think that... I would say that sometimes people get afraid of when you're balancing comedy and drama.

I hear how Drew Barrymore grew up going to the bars - I was never allowed.

This is the biggest misconception about the Bay - people think that we're L.A... Very different stuff. L.A. has its swag.

Naturally, if I'm singing over really loud music, my approach is gonna be different than if I'm singing over some quiet acoustic music.

Everyone thinks L.A. is the beach. And actually, Hollywood is really far from the beach.

I've never been to a beach party before. We have gravel-pit parties in Alaska.

Buenos Aires is an incredibly kind of fragrant city, a beautiful city to look at, and it has the old and the new.

If we don't know who is who because everyone is behaving the same then it's boring. We don't think it's boring because we love tennis. But bring someone who doesn't love tennis and they will think it's incredibly boring.

Where Goldwaterites saw the world in black and white, Rockefeller noted shades of gray.

I once asked a car-crash victim what it had felt like to be in a smashup. She said her eeriest memory was how one second the car was her friend, working for her, its contours designed to fit her body perfectly, everything smooth and sleek and luxurious, and then a blink of an eye later it had become a jagged weapon of torture- like she was inside an iron maiden. Her friend had become her worst enemy.

In the middle sat Brad Blanton. He was a large man. His shirt, open to his chest, was yellow-white, like his hair. With his sunburned face, he looked like a red ball abandoned in dirty snow.

She was 3/4 perfection and 1/4 broken glass.

You're right, Margaret, absolutely right. Things have changed a lot, even since I've been here. It's a different place now. Better in some ways, worse in others. Better! she echoed, scornfully.

Aveva degli occhi azzurri penetranti e intelligenti che avrebbero certamente inchiodato i miei con la forza e la fissità del loro sguardo, se io non li avessi deliberatamente evitati, preferendo soffermarmi sulla carnagione leggermente screziata e sui suoi folti capelli ramati.

Quello che in letteratura la gente chiama ironia, di solito nella vita vera si chiama dolore, incomprensione e disgrazia [...].

It's like having one red sock in a load of white laundry. One red sock, and nothing is ever white again.

To be so vigorous and healthy and yet so nothing.

The cold breeze and the cold of Richard's Camel were mixing like joy and remorse.

Finally there came a perfect storm of drafts from uptown and downtown, a big humid uric wind that swept the platform and then reversed itself, and reversed itself again, so that the dollar bills came levitating out of the guitar case and drifted up and down the platform like leaves in autumn, tumbling and skidding, while the band played on. It was perfectly beautiful and perfectly sad, and everybody on the platform knew it, nobody bent down to touch the money.