Quotes About Neon

Southern California sunsets, neon, flowers, ocean, desert landscapes, and wide boulevards sifted their ways into the subconsciousnesses (or consciousnesses) of L.A. artists.

Life in Anaheim, California, was a commercial for itself, endlessly replayed. Nothing changed; it just spread out farther and farther in the form of neon ooze. What there was always more of had been congealed into permanence long ago, as if the automatic factory that cranked out these objects had jammed in the on position. How the land became plastic, he thought, remembering the fairy tale How the Sea Became Salt.

Too much. Too fast. Too intense. The glass soul falls to the ground and shatters into a thousand words. The invisible boy becomes visible, and all of a sudden, his emotions blast neon.

The backdrop of their bright lights, visible up to ten miles from shore, created a neon shooting gallery in which the U-boats nightly lay in wait on the seaward side of the shipping lanes and picked off their sharply silhouetted victims at will. A single U-boat prowling off New York harbor in January sank eight ships, including three tankers, in just twelve hours. On February 28 a German

After the film it was raining, a light steady rain. Ruthless neon on the wet streets like busted candy.

Your father picks you up from prison in a stolen Dodge Neon with an 8-ball in the glove compartment and a hooker named Mandy in the back seat.

My home has a split personality. Some of the rooms are very French antique. Think Aubusson rugs, turquoise ceramic jugs, sandbag pillows, and broken birdcages. The other half is very Aztec. Neon ikat fabric pillows, vintage books piled up to the ceiling, and shutters from Bali.

It is the neon epic of Saturday night.

This question comes up from time to time, like where are the car keys. It ends a sentence, prolongs a glance between us. I wonder if the thought itself is part of the nature of physical love, a reverse Darwinism that awards sadness and fear to the survivor. Or is it some inert element in the air we breathe, a rare thing like neon, with a melting point, an atomic weight?

The structure looked as though a pagoda had been mated with Mount Vernon, then boarded up and used as a proving ground for neon tubes.

De modo que aquí estoy, sentado en este tren. Fuera sigue estando oscuro sin más luz que la de los anuncios de neón que aparecen a veces. El traqueteo sobre los raíles es cada vez más rápido, y puedo ver que ahora los árboles cruzan velozmente la luna. Los años que me quedaban antes de ir a la escuela pasaron con tanta rapidez como ahora pasan esos árboles ante la luna.

Me pareció que era una bonita plegaria, así que miré a través de la ventana y empecé a rezar, pero mi mirada tropezó con la Biblia de neón, allá abajo, y no pude continuar. Entonces vi que las estrellas del cielo resplandecían con la hermosa plegaria y empecé de nuevo, recé sin pensar siquiera y ofrecí la oración a las estrellas y al cielo nocturno.

Il existe des femmes dont le mystère s'évente d'un seul coup lorsqu'elles se mettent à rire. Comme si quelqu'un allumait des néons de salle de bains au milieu d'une forêt de conte de fées. Toi, tu fais pousser des forêts de conte de fées dans un bouquet de néon.

The mind is like a lowrider, not all the wheels of thinking move normally with the effect of spinning wheels of the speed of thinking. Thinking is like a machine, bouncing forward. With neon illuminated holiness.

The mind is like a lowrider, not all the wheels of thinking move normally with the effect of spinning wheels, karmic, deja vu rumination of thought, moving in one direction, then in another. Thinking is like a machine, bouncing forward. With neon illuminated holiness.

a city that was to live by night after the wilderness had passed. A city that was to forge out of steel and blood-red neon its own peculiar wilderness.

The night before I left Las Vegas I walked out in the desert to look at the moon. There was a jeweled city on the horizon, spires rising in the night, but the jewels were diadems of electric and the spires were the neon of signs ten stories high.

Over time, I've developed a kind of radar for victims, and Cameron Curtis is deeply familiar, almost as if a neon sign flashes over her head, telegraphing her story, her vulnerability. And not just to me. However the sign has gotten there, I know predators can see it too, luridly bright and unmistakable.