"when you are on the phone or on the air- you have no body"
"older sister: cinderella, wash the floor.
other older sister: yeah, wash it, and then re-wax it.
(sisters leave for the ball)
cinderella: wash, wax, phew.
(fairy godmother appears)
fairy godmother: phew, ammonia. that strips wax. but use Mr Clean with no ammonia. Mr Clean gets the dirt but leaves the wax shining and you get a shine.
fairy godmother: and now off to the ball?
cinderella: ball-schmall. tonight’s my bowling league. bye."
- Proctor&Gamble Ltd
ryan mcginley-Roller coley-2007
"Confusion is one of my favorite words. When there is confusion, there is dialogue. Dialogue is about creating an interesting debate, about creating momentum."
- raf simons (creative director at Dior)
"In Our Time there was once a liddell girl who set out to find the fairy tale- for she had heard everywhere that the fairy tale had become lost. Indeed, some people said that the fairy tale had been dead for some time. Supposedly it was lying buried Somewhere, perhaps in a watery grave.
But the liddell girl did not let herself be deterred- she could simply believe that the fairy tale (one) existed.
So she went into the forest and asked the tree, but the free only cried: ‘Elvis has long since left the building, the warf has abandoned the cave, the witch the ravine.’ And e asked the bird, but she just flicked her finger and re-applied her lipschtick.
And the deer whispered: ‘Expecto Patronum’ and the bunny winked and wiggled her fanny, and the moose refused to speak at all. The whole thing was too stupid for him.
And the cow said ‘it is all foolish, and anyway one should talk about a thing like that in front of a young calf. it should be exposed to such stupid, senseless quests. it must be prepared to be slaughtered, castrated and to give mlk. Even if one should survive to a bull market, that was not the fairy tale: the calf must be enlightened.’
An old horse stood on the street. He was going to be taken to the laughter-house- for he had served his time. The butcher sat in the levee and drank.
‘He won’t know either,’ the girl thought, ‘but i’ll ask anyway since he’s an old horse and must certainly know a great deal.’ And e asked the bus driver.
The horse looked at the girl and snorted with his nostrils and bopped his head. ‘You are lookin for the fairy tale?’ he asked.
‘Then I don’t understand,’ the horse said, ‘why you still lookin if this ain’t a fairy tale already!’
And it let the gurl&th’rest of the criminal court in
- jack zipes-Breaking the Magic Spell