A Quote by Andy Warhol

I don't know where the artificial stops and the real starts. — © Andy Warhol
I don't know where the artificial stops and the real starts.
I'm not like a real person. I love being artificial. I think there's a little magic in the fact that I'm so totally real, but look so artificial at the same time.
Artificial manures lead inevitably to artificial nutrition, artificial food, artificial animals and finally to artificial men and women.
A professional music career goes in starts and stops. Around 2000 I was doing a Broadway show and that was some real good energy.
Every citizen who stops smoking, or loses a few pounds, or starts managing his chronic disease with real diligence, is caulking a crack for the benefit of us all.
I trip off it. You know what's interesting about the makeup is when you get up close and you know he's been working on your face, and you see where the makeup starts and it stops, and how seamless it is. You could look at it for hours.
When you understand the purpose [of life], then you can deal and journey through the obstacles, the rejections, the stops and starts, highs-and-lows with a different lens because you know that you're moving in what you're supposed to do.
In meditation the mind stops, thought ceases. When thought stops, the world stops. When the world stops, perception stops. When perception stops, the sense of "I" as a perceiver falls away.
Courage starts when the fun stops
Who's to say where funny stops and 'too far' starts?
Dances without purpose have false starts and stops.
The terrible thing about acting is the stops and starts.
[W]hen you're shooting a doc, you're trying to class it up because you can. You know, you're trying to make this feel like cinematic experience. And when you're doing fiction you're trying to do the opposite thing you're trying to take this very artificial experience this very artificial experience and make it feel real and visceral.
One thing I've learned is that a lot of fans' knowledge starts and stops with the UFC.
To know only artificial night is as absurd and evil as to know only artificial day.
That's sad. How plastic and artificial life has become. It gets harder and harder to find something...real." Nin interlocked his fingers, and stretched out his arms. "Real love, real friends, real body parts...
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
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