Uncontrolled Movement Quotes

America is a large friendly dog in a small room. Every time it wags its tail it knocks over a chair.

If you allow thousands or millions of unidentified persons into your house, the risk of... terrorism will significantly increase.

Talent without discipline is like an octopus on roller skates. There's plenty of movement, but you never know if it's going to be forward, backwards, or sideways.

If I have a drink in my hand, sometimes it accidentally falls in the direction of the person.

When people start dancing, they dance like they don't know they are doing it.

I clutched at the brow. The mice in my interior had now got up an informal dance and were buck-and-winging all over the place like a bunch of Nijinskys.

James Brown lives, as long as someone steps out of their body and dances uncontrollably.

I don't want people who want to dance; I want people who have to dance.

Talent without discipline is like an octopus on roller skates

Set the gearshift for the high gear of your soul, you've got to run like an antelope out of control!

Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!

Competition and the market are like water, they go where they want

If I get tickled in a certain way, I actually lose the ability to stand. I don't mean to, but something happens to my knees, and I fall on the ground.

Brahma was excessively sparing with earth, water, and fire.... The reckless expenditure of air and ether in his composition was amazing. And, in consequence, he perpetually struggled to outreach the wind, to outrun space itself. Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the Horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin.

Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher, wiggle 'til you vomit fire.

Astonishingly, at some point, a sputtering torch was thrust into her hands. Alma did not see who gave it to her. She had never before been entrusted with fire. The torch spit sparks and sent chunks of flaming tar spinning into the air behind her as she bolted across the cosmos-the only body in the heavens who was not held to a strict elliptical path. Nobody stopped her. She was a comet. She did not know that she was not flying.

Art is fluid, and it travels. You have to let music take you where it wants to take you. You can't necessarily be the controller.