That freedom that Picasso afforded himself to be an artist in a huge number of ways seems to be a huge psychological liberation.

Anything outside marriage seems like freedom and excitement.

A new breeze is blowing and a world refreshed by freedom seems reborn for in man's heart if not in fact the day of the dictator is over. The totalitarian era is passing its old ideas blown away like leaves from an ancient lifeless tree.

Personal identity seems like it's just such an American archetype from Holly Golightly re-inventing herself in 'Breakfast At Tiffany's' to Jay Gatsby in 'The Great Gatsby.' It seems like the sort of archetypal American issue. If you're given the freedom to be anything or be anyone what do you do with it?

I'm interested in anything about revolt disorder chaos especially activity that appears to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom.

I am interested in anything about revolt disorder chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom... Rather than starting inside I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.

It's almost seems as though there's a battle going on between the public and all the fast-food establishments and believe me I think it's very tasty food.

Animal substance seems to be the first food of all birds even the granivorous tribes.

It seems the most logical thing in the world to believe that the natural resources of the Earth upon which the race depends for food clothing and shelter should be owned collectively by the race instead of being the private property of a few social parasites.

Entrepreneurs always pitch their idea as 'the X of Y' so this is going to be 'the Microsoft of food.' And yet disruptive innovations usually don't have that character. Most of the time if something seems like a good idea it probably isn't.