In L.A., I love the L'Ermitage in Beverly Hills. Also, the Beverly Wilshire, where they make great huevos rancheros. I also love Shutters on the Beach, where I walk around everywhere in a bathrobe.
God is waiting to be gracious, and is willing to make us happy in religion, if we would not run away from him. We refuse to open the window shutters, and complain that it is dark.
It is more important to click with people than to click the shutter.
Sometimes I do get to places just when God's ready to have somebody click the shutter.
I like the light that comes off metal shutters at siesta time in the summer, having a break from driving in the shops at motorway services, the odour of petrol at petrol stations, rolling down little slopes. I hate it when you tread in a puddle and the water soaks your socks.
Spraypainting a shop shutter turns an ugly, boring thing into something interesting and colourful. I think you'd have to be a pretty negative person to find fault in it.
Last night, two men tried to force my shutters. I recognized them: they are two of Rodin's Italian models. He told them to kill me. I am in his way; he wants to get rid of me.
The heavy hand of government and its rules are causing family businesses to shutter their doors.
I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking.
I live on the ground floor, so I have these lacy curtains during the day and then as soon as it gets dark, I'm like, 'Blackout blinds! Shutters!' I like being more private.
