Quotes About Plastic

The only other scenario that could explain everything, up to and including your own bizarre apperance, is a convoluted conspiracy theory involving the Russian Mafia and a crack team of plastic surgeons.

M...maybe,' I stutter. 'Whatever the reason, this woman has problems. We need to be compassionate, show understanding.' 'Or slice her head off. I have plastic bags.' Sure. We could toss her in the car beside her partner, then drive to the mall where I dumped Macey and line up all three bodies together in the Lexus. Hell, why not steal Connie's corpse from the morgue to complete the set?

Plastic pollution free world is not a choice but a commitment to life - a commitment to the next generation.

When looking for a brush, be sure the bristles or nubs are soft enough not to scratch tender kitten skin, but firm enough to reach through the fur and brush efficiently. A curry brush is rubber or plastic with short nubs

It was redeemed from sin by Niepce and Lumière. In achieving the aims of baroque art, photography has freed the plastic arts from their obsession with likeness.

The image - its plastic composition and the way it is set in time, because it is founded on a much higher degree of realism - has at its disposal more means of manipulating reality and of modifying it from within. The film-maker is no longer the competitor of the painter and the playwright, he is, at last, the equal of the novelist

Photography has freed the plastic arts from their obsession with likeness.

big blue plastic bin.

You can actually take a weekend course in cosmetic surgery.

I think we should stop drinking bottled water. There's no need to be drinking it if you're living in western communities.

We're so bored of plastic, prime-time predictability.

We need to close the tap, which means preventing more plastic from reaching the ocean in the first place.

The concentration of plastic is rapidly increasing in the gyres. Even if you were to close off the tap, and no more plastic entered the ocean, that plastic would stay there, probably for hundreds of years.

Tupperware is the Wedgewood of the South.

The fire of their passion for one another darts around the small compartment like a bat, its blood-warmed wings beating helplessly against the smooth plastic walls.

The problem was that such simple, ordinary bliss seldom formed memories. It was too smooth and silken to adhere. It was the bad stuff, ragged and uneven, that caught, like all those plastic grocery bags stuck in the trees of Baltimore.

Now comes the part where I relieve you, the little people, of the burden of your failed and useless lives. But remember, as my plastic surgeon always said: if you gotta go, go with a smile.

When she came back inside, she was gripping a yogurt cup someone had thrown near our side strip of garden. "Plastic doesn't cycle." She shrugged off her coat. "Right? We recycle it, but it can't do anything on its own, and all it can ever do is be itself again. It is the worst kind of reincarnation. Lame! That is so lame! And it's everywhere!" she cried, going to the bathroom to splash water on her face.

And we can't have that. Plastic is no comparison for

Statuettes of drunken sailors, velvet pictures of island maidens, plastic seashell lamps made in Taiwan. What contempt the people who think up souvenirs have for other people.

If I see something saggin', baggin', or draggin', I'm gone have it nipped, tucked, or sucked!

Did I mention the dolphin? As a unique selling point the boys in Tahiti had caught themselves a big grey beasty which spent all day on its back, in a lagoon, being pawed by overweight American women with preposterous plastic tits and unwise G-string bikini bottoms. 'Would you like to see his penis?' asked the man in a skirt when I climbed into the water. No. What I'd like to do is spear you through the heart with a harpoon and let the miserable thing have a taste of freedom.

That's sad. How plastic and artificial life has become. It gets harder and harder to find something…real." Nin interlocked his fingers, and stretched out his arms. Real love, real friends, real body parts…

The wheels of Hollywood grind very slowly so I'm going to have some collagen or some sort of plastic surgery.