When I do my own hair, I love Oribe Texture spray and Redken dry shampoo whenever I'm in a rush. It gives it texture and makes it look clean!
I became an author because I love words. I enjoyed playing with them when I was a kid, writing stories and plays, and doing whatever I could think to do with words. I kept my love of them growing up and still love to see what they can do.
And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!
I write because I like to write. I find joy in the texture and tone and rhythm of words. It is a satisfaction like that which follows good and shared love.
The imagination is of so delicate a texture that even words wound it.
I love to laugh, I love color, I love texture, and I love creativity, so I was always inspired by people who incorporate those things in their work.
Words, particularly in a play, should have the texture of a crisp, autumn apple.
I know texture is really important, but I think texture and stuff precedes songwriting a lot of the time these days.
I love words very much. I've always loved to talk, and I've always love words — the words that rest in your mouth, what words mean and how you taste them and so on. And for me the spoken word can be used almost as a gesture.
What matters in modern music is not the part you can write down, the words and the tune, but the rest - the texture, the atmosphere, the references and associations.
I am convinced that abstract form, imagery, color, texture, and material convey meaning equal to or greater than words.
Some words have to be explicitly uttered, Lenore. Only by actually uttering certain words does one really DO what one SAYS. 'Love' is one of those words, performative words. Some words can literally make things real.
I love the texture of my skin and I love my freckles and even if my nose gets a little red, I don't mind so much.
I do love perusing the dictionary to find how many words I don't use - words that have specific, sharp, focused meaning. I also love the sound of certain words. I love the sound of the word pom-pom.
There's many ways you communicate. With colour, texture, sound... Even words can communicate.
Love, that is day and night - love, that is sun and moon and stars, Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume, no other words but words of love, no other thought but love.