Will Gregory
Will Gregory
William Owen "Will" Gregory17 September 1959) is an English musician and record producer. He is best known as the lead keyboardist, producer, and composer of the electronic music duo Goldfrapp...
listening
You confuse not speaking with not listening.
I learned failure early and mastered it.
leaving littles world
She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go.
keys cages locks
Why lock yourself in your own cage when someone is handing you a key?
mind momentum capricious
The momentum of the mind can be vexingly, involuntarily capricious.
wicked acting burning
We are loping sequences of chemical conversions, acting ourselves converted. We are twists of genes acting ourselves twisted; we are wicks of burning neuroses acting ourselves wicked. And nothing to be done about it. And nothing to be done about it.
ill wells
It isn't whether you do it well or ill, it's that you do it all.
queens space evil
Some said the original evil was the vacuum caused by the Fairy Queen Lurline leaving us alone here. When goodness removes itself, the space it occupies corrodes and becomes evil and maybe slpits apart and multiplies. So every evil thing is a sign of the absence of deity
lying struggle winning
Cross a man and you struggle, one of you wins, you adjust and go on - or you lie there dead. Cross a woman and the universe is changed, once again, for cold anger requires an eternal vigilance in all matters of slight and offense
brightness decay wells
Well, the family always was bright, and brightness, as you know, decays brilliantly.
blueprints rosy
Oh now that's a blueprint for an impossibly rosy future
dirty grief character
We start out in identical perfection: bright, reflective, full of sun. The accident of our lives bruises us into dirty individuality. We meet with grief. Our character dulls and tarnishes. We meet with guilt. We know, we know: the price of living is corruption. There isn’t as much light as there once was. In the grave we lapse back into undifferentiated sameness
animal elphaba like-something
Elphaba looked like something between an animal and an Animal, like something more than life but not quite Life.
skills waiting lines
She assumes that skill will guide her fingertips, that shapely lines will uncoil out of the pencil the moment she starts. Surely talent is a thing curled deep inside, just waiting to be exercised, and at the slightest invitation it will stretch, shake itself, make itself known? Talent, it seems, is not so insistent.