My room is like an antique shop, full of junk, and weird stuff. There's a big sword in there. And a taxidermy bird, and a couple of birdcages. And a lot of newspaper cuttings. I used to have a weird thing about cutting out morbid headlines from newspapers, and collecting them. I was fascinated with drowning, which is kind of strange.
I don't get attached to anything. I'm like a good antique dealer. I'm prepared to sell my most valuable table.
I still like my antique clothes.
My apartment is full of antique pieces, but I put everything together like a modern installation.
I really like collections of things. I love antique botanical prints with a bunch of different weeds and seeds.
I have gained value like an antique. If there is an '80s event, I normally get the call and that is a nice problem to have.
I quite like antiques. I like things that are old and the history they bring with them. I would rather fly to Morocco on an $800 ticket and buy a chair for $300 than spend $1,100 on one at Pottery Barn.
I like cluttered, old, dark-wood antiques. I like character.
Like steampunk, silkpunk is a blend of science fiction and fantasy. But while steampunk takes its inspiration from the chrome-brass-glass technology aesthetic of the Victorian era, silkpunk draws inspiration from East Asian antiquity.
I like portraying heroes of antiquity whose values were grander and more spectacular than those of today.
I'm not antisocial. I like people.
Like other antitrust agencies we make our assessment of a merger or antitrust case based on its impact on our jurisdiction, and not on the nationality of the companies. This is exactly what the U.S. antitrust agencies, the Justice Department and the FTC, do.
Seeing Anonymous primarily as a cybersecurity threat is like analyzing the breadth of the antiwar movement and 1960s counterculture by focusing only on the Weathermen.
In the early 1940s, as a young teenager, I was utterly appalled by the racist and jingoist hysteria of the anti-Japanese propaganda. The Germans were evil, but treated with some respect: They were, after all, blond Aryan types, just like our imaginary self-image. Japanese were mere vermin, to be crushed like ants.
Not to engage in the pursuit of ideas is to live like ants instead of like men.
People, chained by monotony, afraid to think, clinging to certainties... they live like ants.
When I am home for like a two-year stretch, I get antsy, because I want to work.
When I'm later in the competition, I get antsy. I'm seeing everybody else go and achieve things. It's like I'm just twiddling my thumbs.
I keep waiting, like in the cartoons, for an anvil to drop on my head.
Harsh counsels have no effect; they are like hammers, which are always repulsed by the anvil.
