Quote by Steve Martin
Talking about music is like dancing about architecture. - Steve Ma

Talking about music is like dancing about architecture. – Steve Martin

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A celebrity is any well-known TV or movie star who looks like he spends more than two hours working on his hair. – Steve Martin

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Theres a lot of thought in art. People get to talk about important things. Theres a lot of sex, you know, in art. Theres a lot of naked women and men, and theres intrigue, theres fakery. Its a real microcosm of the larger world. – Steve Martin

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I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy. – Steve Martin

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A modern, harmonic and lively architecture is the visible sign of an authentic democracy. – Walter Gropius

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architecture

Even at the United Nations, where legend has it that the building was designed so that there could be no corner offices, the expanse of glass in individual offices is said to be a dead giveaway as to rank. Five windows are excellent, one window not so great. – Enid Nemy

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architecture

No architect troubled to design houses that suited people who were to live in them, because that would have meant building a whole range of different houses. It was far cheaper and, above all, timesaving to make them identical. – Michael Ende

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architecture

A house is a machine for living in. – Le Corbusier

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architecture

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If you wish to spare yourself and your venerable family, give heed to my advice with the ear of intelligence. If you do not, you will see what God has willed. – Hulagu Khan

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It’s only a matter of inches, but skipping gets me just that much closer to heaven. – Terri Guillemets

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A mind of the caliber of mine cannot derive its nutriment from cows. – George Bernard Shaw

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I have seen a flower blooming in beauty in a secluded vale, and, ere I had a chance to look again, a chilly breath of air had scattered its petals and left it a ruin. – Charles Lanman, “Musings,” 1840

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