Baker, baker, can you explain, if truly his heart was made of icing.
As a designer, everything is always about aesthetics mixed in with functionality and having that visual appeal. But you learn fast as a new parent with an infant that if it’s not deeply practical as well, then forget about it. Style wise, I wanted to design items that would work well in any nursery - regardless of gender.
I refuse absolutely to consign the whole male sex to the nursery. ... I obdurately insist on believing that some men are my equals.
Perhaps God does with His heavenly garden as we do with our own. He may chiefly stock it from nurseries, and select for transplanting what is yet in its young and tender age--flowers before they have bloomed and trees ere they begin to bear.
Fee fi foe fum, she's scratching on my back. Oh, here she comes.
Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood, you sure are looking good. You're everything a big bad wolf could want.
Hickory dickory dock, I just want to be your clock. Just set me for a lifetime, and I'll wake you up every morning.
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall with a joint, drinking some eight-ball.
I am the pedophiles dream, a messianic Peter Pan.
I get inspiration from things that have nothing to do with painting: caricature, items from newspapers, sights in the street, proverbs, nursery-rhymes, children's games and songs, nightmares, desires, terrors. ... That question [why do you paint?] has been put to me before and my answer was, 'To give terror a face.' But it's more than that. I paint because I can't help it.
When you start talking about the known knowns and the unknown unknowns, you're thrown into a crazy meta-level discussion. Do I know what I know, do I know what I don't know, do I know what I don't know I don't know. It becomes a strange, Lewis Carroll - like nursery rhyme.
If that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine, I'm a break that birdie's neck.
If you stretch your imagination, I'll tell you all a tale, about a time when everything wasn't up for sale.
It's midnight Cinderella, but don't worry none. Cause I'm Peter the Pumpkin Eater and the party's just begun.
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack go under the limbo stick.
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack sat on a candle stick, cause fire is the devil's only friend.
Mother Goose is on the loose, stealing lines from Lenny Bruce.
Mother Goose, she's on the skids. Sure ain't happy, neither are the kids.
Now listen little pigs, I'm gonna let you off the hook if you open the door.
Sticks and stones may break bones, but the Gat will kill you quicker.
Sticks and stones may break me, but the words you said just tore my heart in two.
That's what love is made of, snakes, snails, and puppy dog tails, sugar, spice, and everything nice.
The drinking bone is connected to the party bone, the party bone is connected to the staying out all night long.
The only sound that's left after the ambulances go is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row.
Ugly ducklings don't turn into swans and glide off down the lake. Whether your sunglasses are on or off, you only see the world you make.
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