Quotes About Playfulness

The studio is an extension of the sandbox and the kindergarten playroom. It has a dynamic unlike any office or factory. It's a room at the service of a dreamer on her way to becoming a master.

To make a child laugh, you don't have to do something spectacular because they have already the ability to make themselves happy almost out of nothing!

I feel like anyone can be a kid forever as long as you have that mindset and attitude towards the world.

But what I really want is to just swim around in a warm baby pool of these friends, jump in their dry leaf pile-to rub them all over myself, without words and clothes.

You know what I think? I think everyone should be able, just once, to make an inanimate object come to life and be his pal. Like an orange. Or a hammer.

A school for the writing of nonsense and the pursuit of extraordinary activities.

Do you ever plan to grow up, Veltan?" he asked. "Not if I can avoid it, no.

Does bouncing count? -- Silk, The Belgariad

Look down your shirt and spell attic.

hamsters being notorious draggers and rearrangers of stuff they can't eat but feel compelled to fuck with anyway, somehow—and

I was looking at my sneakers and making my feet alternately pigeon-toed and then penguin-toed on the bedroom's blue carpet.

Pero el amor puede transformar en belleza y dignidad cosas bajas y viles, porque no ve con los ojos, sino con la mente, y por eso pinta ciego a Cupido el alado. Ni tiene en su mente el amor señal alguna de discernimiento; como que las alas y la ceguera son signos de imprudente premura. Y por ella se dice que el amor es niño, siendo tan a menudo engañado en la elección. Y como en sus juegos perjuran los muchachos traviesos, así el rapaz amor es perjurado en todas partes.

Another favorite position of his was sitting with his back to me, his rear half resting on the floor of the boat and his front half on the bench, his face buried into the stern, paws right next to his head, looking as if we were playing hide-and-seek and he were the one counting. In this position he tended to lie very still, with only the occasional twitching of his ears to indicate that he is not necessarily sleeping.

los mejores maratonistas del mundo corrían como niños de jardín de infancia. «Si ves a niños corriendo en el patio de recreo, notas cómo sus pies aterrizan justo debajo de ellos mismos y luego se impulsan hacia atrás

Han was thinking he was just as likely to shoot flames from his rear end.

Stuart calls me the Milkybar Kid.

Faites des bêtises, mais faites-les avec enthousiasme

Come back here the day before yesterday, you noodle-legged weasel!

Vivi blows a noisemaker. "Here," she says, passing out paper crowns for us to wear. "This is ridiculous," I complain, but put mine on. Cardan looks at his reflection in the door of the microwave and adjusts his crown so it's at an angle. I roll my eyes, and he gives me a quick grin.

For a moment," he says, "I wondered if it wasn't you shooting bolts at me." I make a face at him. "And what made you decide it wasn't?" He grins up at me. "They missed.

You're terrible at this whole 'tell me whatever I want to know' thing." My hand goes to the crossbow, but I don't pick it up. He sighs. "Just ask me something. Ask about my tail. Don't you want to see it?" He raises his brows.

Yes, fine,' he says, annoyed, trying to push my blade away. I hold it steady, so that the knife cuts in to his skin. He swears and puts a bleeding finger in his mouth. 'What was that for?' 'For fun.

Hier", sagt Vivi und reicht Papierkronen herum. "Wie albern", sage ich und setze meine auf den Kopf. Cardan betrachtet sein Spiegelbild in der Mikrowelle und richtet die Krone so, dass sie schief sitzt.

For a moment,'' he says, ''I wondered if it wasn't you shooting bolts at me.'' I make a face at him. ''And what made you decide it wasn't? He grins up at me. ''They missed.