Quotes About Spontaneity

I'd listen to a song and say, 'Hang on, I like that piano thing,' so I'd play the guitar like that and get the vibe from it, and it just evolved from the get-go. It was pretty obvious what to do; You don't think about rock n' roll: you just do it.

There are times where I'm just open to receive songs. I sit down, and a jam will just come out, all at once. It's like, 'Song. Done.' I can't really explain it. This isn't the best way of putting it, but sometimes I feel like I'm a magnifying glass for vibes.

Vice' came up really quickly. I was doing something else, and I got a call, and I said, 'Absolutely.' It wasn't a lot of time to prepare. I love a lot of lead-in time. But I jumped in.

My mom and dad used to call me 'full drama'. Mom had many videos of me as a kid where I was doing some dance moves, and suddenly the next moment, I was on the floor.

The Beastie Boys are guys I loved before I met them, and when I got to know them, we started a magazine together, and we started making videos together, and a lot of it came out of us just cracking ourselves up, like going to the fake mustache store and buying fake mustaches.

I drop videos off the cuff... I don't stop.

His head bent to hers as they walked. "Is everything all right, sweet?" "Yes. I..." She paused, smiled, and said lamely, "I just wanted to see you." Stopping with her behind a column, Sebastian ducked his head to steal a kiss. He looked down at her, his eyes sparkling. "Shall we go play a game of billiards?" he whispered, and laughed huskily as she blushed.

What are we drinking to?" I asked. "To escape plans?" "Whose?" "Anyone with the guts," said Sean.

Awop-bop-a-loo-mop alop-bam-boom!

Sugar flake that, yo. Snap, crackle, pop.

Flirting with death is the spice of life.

Why wait for the weekend to have fun

You lose a couple of pounds and get a guy good and drunk, you could have a hell of a good time even if you are not smart.

Today is declared an unscheduled holiday.

The two of us with our scrappy motor and no idea what was going to happen next, a Persian version of the Blues Brothers scene – there's 106 miles to Qom, we've got a full tank of benzin, half a pack of pistachios, it's sunny out, and I'm wearing a hijab. Bezan berim!

homage to glorious samantabhadra, the all-good to timeless buddhahood, basic total presence, to unchanging spontaneity, the spacious vajra-heart, to the nature of mind - natural perfection, constantly, simply being, we bow down.

Let whatever you do or whatever appears Just be in its natural state, without premeditation. That is true freedom.

I love improv-ing, you know, from very early on when I started acting the school that I went to and everything was very big on ad-libbing and improv-ing and messing things up, so I feel very comfortable doing stuff like that.

On with the dance! Let joy be undefined!

Coward" he said softly. She stopped and turned and marched back to him. She dropped her reticule, grasped his neckcloth, cupped his face, dragged his mouth to hers, and kissed him.

Often the Muse will not respond to direct and logical requests. She must be lured in with the playful and gentle.

Obeying the rules might be smart, but it's not as nearly as much fun.

It was on the table when I got here, Matt said in his defense. Josh eyed the open [Cosmo] magazine. You don't already know how to satisfy your boyfriends in bed? Matt ignored this. Did either of you know there's ninety-nine ways to give a blow job? That's ninety-nine nights of blow jobs. Look at you with the math skills, Josh said. Matt flipped him off while Ty flipped the page. 'How to Give Your Hoo-Ha a Spa Day.' Huh, he said. I didn't know a woman's hoo-ha needed a spa day.

Having plans sounds like a good idea - until you have to put on clothes and leave your house.