If you want it, boys, get it here, thing.

- <i>Sweet Thing</i>

You've got that thing, you've got that thing
That thing that makes birds forget to sing
Yes, you've got that thing, that certain thing

You've got that charm, that subtle charm
That makes young farmers desert the farm
'Cause you've got that thing, that certain thing

You've got what Adam craved when he
With love for Eve was tortured
She only had an apple tree
But you, you've got an orchard

You've got those ways, those taking ways
That make me rush off to Cartier's
For a wedding ring, you've got that thing

Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps,
Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth,
Sweet is revenge — especially to women

Go make that stuff. The manifesto is this: Draw the art you want to see, start the business you want to run, play the music you want to hear, write the books you want to read, build the products you want to use — do the work you want to see done.

You’re ready. Start making stuff.

I am this thing that needs to sing.

If they want a monster so badly they ought to be provided by one.

SOUL SHINE

You know that thing
You do so well,
That little spark
You hide
In the dark,
That you think
Nobody
Knows
About

But
You?

Well,
Did you know
That
There's
A sheen
That you beam,
When you talk
Or do
Anything,
That everyone
Knows
About

But
You?

...this is exactly the kind of store that makes you want to buy a book about a teenage wizard. This is the kind of store that makes you want to <i>be</i> a teenage wizard.

Faith. Trust. and Pixie Dust.

The craftsman and the artist say, “Here, I made this.” The workingman is asked to follow instructions.

Happiness is the china shop; love is the bull.

Some people have things written all over their faces; the big guy had a couple of words misspelled in crayon on his.

A moment comes when you cash in whatever credibility a guy can have who plays and sings rock songs for a living, and you put your chips where you think they might do some good.