Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Money: power at its most liquid.
It's wonderful to climb the liquid mountains of the sky. Behind me and before me is God and I have no fears.
I always knew the importance of it since I was three or four years old my mother used to feed me wine and water. I grew up with wine as liquid food.
I've been experimenting more and more with LN2 liquid nitrogen. I've used it in battle on 'Iron Chef America ' but have also made some great ice creams at home for my family. Since it freezes basically on contact you can have ice cream ready in mere minutes.
I've had weight issues all my life. I've been on all the diets: Atkins liquid protein Scarsdale diet. Now I go to the gym often. I'm always on the StairMaster and I do weights.
And once you get instantaneous communication with everybody you have economic activity that's far more advanced far more liquid far more distributed than ever before.
Liquid architecture. It's like jazz - you improvise you work together you play off each other you make something they make something. And I think it's a way of - for me it's a way of trying to understand the city and what might happen in the city.
If architecture is frozen music then music must be liquid architecture.
It's amazing that something only an atom thick can be an impenetrable barrier. You can have gas on one side and vacuum or liquid on the other and with a wall only one atom thick nothing would go through it.
There are signs that the age of petroleum has passed its zenith. Adjusted for inflation a barrel of crude oil now sells for three times its long-run average. The large western oil companies which cartellised the industry for much of the 20th century are now selling more oil than they find and are thus in the throes of liquidation.
In the age of the individual's liquidation the question of individuality must be raised anew.
I am never at my best in the early morning especially a cold morning in the Yorkshire spring with a piercing March wind sweeping down from the fells finding its way inside my clothing nipping at my nose and ears.