If you're a struggling artist having money problems just superglue a brick in the middle of a blanket, and call it art. Someone will buy it.

You should go into every relationship as a brick and not a blanket.

You could carve out the inside of a brick and hide your money in it for safe keeping. It’s certainly safer than keeping it in the bank!

The Bible talks about building houses on sand and rock, but says nothing about a brick house built on a blanket.

Bricks are independent but can work well with other, tough to crack, fiercely loyal and put in the right spot will hold anything and everything that you’ve ever held dear with the greatest of ease.

Instead of putting flowers in books to flatten them you can use a brick.

I had a dream about you last night.. you were holding a pine cone and introducing him as Gerald.

I had a dream about you last night... you kept meowing at people and licking yourself it was not unlike you normally.

I had a dream about you last night.. you were trying to give coordinates to an apple

I had a dream about you last night... you were there.

I had a dream about you last night.. You thought you were a candy vampire, you were standing in the sun screaming 'I'm melting.

You have only to exist as you do and to live your life as best you can.

I have never considered myself an economist.

Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.

The caviar was very high quality. I made an acting decision on the spot that Ismay was a big eater.

Both marriage and death ought to be welcome: the one promises happiness, doubtless the other assures it.

There is only one way to win a war which has begun: To stop it immediately; that is the way!

Last time you bring me pie, I cut into it, with my tiny pie cutter, and millions of birds flew out hitting me in the eyes and the temples... it was a trick pie!

There's a small island, inhabited in the South Pacific that I will try to swim to.

There is in every one of us, even those who seem to be most moderate, a type of desire that is terrible, wild, and lawless.

I have seen great jazz musicians die obscure and drinking themselves to death and not really being able to get any work and working in small, funky jazz clubs.