I've owned more sofas than I've had husbands. Both sag in the end, but I generally fall out of love with the furniture quicker than the men.
I don't have anything that I treasure at all. They're just things. I tend to buy an awful lot of stuff, like clothes and things. But I wouldn't be bothered if my house burns down tomorrow.
Since he is of no use anymore, there is no gain if he lives and no loss if he dies.
Easily acquired. Inexpensive. Perfectly functional. Portable. Identifiable. Disposable. Eternal enough. These are my criteria for the perfect storage system. And I’ve found the answer in the simple file box.
Men should be like Kleenex, soft, strong and disposable.
I exist because I am expendable. In all honesty, it's because if I get hurt, I can be replaced.
If you value a man's regard, strive with him. As to liking, you like your newspaper - and despise it.
The industrial mind is a mind without compunction; it simply accepts that people, ultimately, will be treated as things and that things, ultimately, will be treated as garbage. (A Defense of the Family Farm, 1986)
We treat this world of ours as though we have a spare in the trunk.
Job insecurity, debt servitude, poverty, incarceration and a growing network of real and symbolic violence have entrapped too many young people in a future that portends zero opportunities and zero hopes. This is a generation that has become the new register for disposability, redundancy, and new levels of surveillance and control.
When you're a writer in Hollywood, you don't get to work with other writers. You barely get to meet other writers. We're interchangeable, disposable pieces that never really get to collaborate.
Of course you are. The tributes were necessary to the Games, too. Until they weren't," I say. "And then we were very disposable - right, Plutarch?
New technology is useful, but it's inefficient and ugly; it knows it'll be obsolete by lunchtime tomorrow, so it has no incentive to be anything else.
All object printed: Love me. Look me. Million speaking objects,begging. Crown American consumer with power of king, to rescue choose and give home or abandon here for expire.
It's a terrible thing, isn't it, the way we throw people away?
So much of this world is based on illusion, temporaries, and disposability that I think it's essential that our closest relationships reflect what is real.
In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were lov'd, us'd -- well enough, I think, we've far'd, my heart and I.
My husband calls me 'throwy-outy' - he's horrified at how easily I dispense with things. People I won't let go of, but things, mementos from shows, I'm not particularly attached to.
Only the minute and the future are interesting in fashion -- it exists to be destroyed. If everybody did everything with respect, you'd go nowhere.
I love how the reality of fashion is all about something for that moment and then the extremity of dismissal.
Flowers are one of the few things we buy, bring home, watch die, and we don't ask for our money back.
The day we dispose of the idea of disposability will be a great one for the planet.
Take whatever you can from others, and when there is nothing left, forget about them.
I'm no different than any other expendable player.
Nowadays music is as disposable as a McDonald's wrapper.
