Cans Quotes

I made my first song when I was 9 years old. Just beating on garbage cans, having people beat box.

For research, I like to go to the location of the places in the novels. The first thing that I do is involve my senses: I notice the smells; I open the trash cans and look at what people have thrown away.

Obviously if you‘re Coppola going into ‘Apocalypse Now’ off the back of the two ‘Godfathers,’ you’re in a much better position than coming off the back of something like ‘Dust Devil,’ which had scarcely been released, and was pretty much lying around in film cans in different places.

Sure, I considered myself an anarchist; I considered myself – I still am, obviously – distrustful of the government. But I also understand the virtues of civility or democracy and kindness, of course. I wasn’t throwing garbage cans through shop windows.

I think I am becoming obsessive-compulsive. David Beckham apparently turns all the Diet Coke cans in his fridge to face the same way every morning, and I nerdily sharpen all the pencils in my pot before sitting down to work.

I’ve spent, I think, close to the last decade effortlessly and magically converting your tin cans into pure gold.

Take an exhibit, in the days when we saw the Pop art – Andy Warhol and all that – tomato soup cans, etc., and coming home, you saw everything like A. Warhol.

Labels are for cans, not people.

I’d stand on the side of the road when I was just a little girl singing on trash cans. People would roll down their windows saying, ‘Isn’t she cute‘. I had a vivid imagination. I always pretended it was some big stage.

Yes, the ’60s went too far, but we were trying to find new ways, better ways, to do things. And great seeds were planted: civil rights, the peace movement, the environmental movement, feminism. They’re big seeds. They take a long time to come to fruition. Please, let’s stop fighting, and get out our water cans.

All my life I’ve had a weight problem. As a child, I loved to eat. I would hide from my mother and drink whole cans of condensed milk in my room.

I consider myself a law-abiding person. But I’m exhausted. I don’t know where to put the bottles, newspapers, cans, and other stuff for garbage pickup outside my house. The rules are so thick you need someone from M.I.T. to explain them.

In the United States, under 3 percent of municipal food waste – so that’s the food scraps that goes into people’s garbage cans – actually gets recycled. If you go to a place like South Korea, the exact reverse is the case. It’s about 3 percent that doesn’t get recycled.

The work I did in Vertigo meant nothing if no one cared about the movie. Luckily, Vertigo had a revival and people had begun to recognize there was something special and it gained in reputation. But it just as well could have ended up rotting in film cans somewhere.

Diet cola is my absolute favorite drink in the world; I used to drink four cans a day. But to help me cut down, I’ve turned it into a treat. Now, instead of having dessert, I’ll have a can of diet soda. Putting a limit on how often I can drink it has helped me appreciate it more.

You’re basically competing with the same exact product. Coke and Pepsi are at least in different cans. Lyft and Uber drivers are just swapping out the mustache for the U on the dashboard, depending on which one they’re getting the call on.

In L.A., I worked as a bagger at a Ralphs for about two weeks. And I said, ‘I just can’t do that.’ Not that it’s a bad job. I would put the bread down and then the cans down on the bread, so I got fired. Or I just left. I’m not really sure which one happened.

Africa is a continent in flames. And deep down, if we really accepted that Africans were equal to us, we would all do more to put the fire out. We’re standing around with watering cans, when what we really need is the fire brigade.

Gene Krupa was my big hero, and I used to play on my mother’s flour cans and sugar cans with the kitchen knives, listening to the big bands on my dad‘s records. Gene Krupa and Harry James.

I challenge you, to go to any school and open 50 lunchboxes, and I guarantee you there will be one or two cans of Red Bull, there’ll be cold McDonald‘s and jam sandwiches with several cakes.

I’ve had every kind of humiliation, from playing in Gala Bingo halls to doing a PA in a Glaswegian nightclub and having cans of lager thrown at me.

We have our factory, which is called a stage. We make a product, we color it, we title it and we ship it out in cans.

I’ve always tried different stuff in the studio. I use rakes, spoons, cans… I’m a surround-sound type of guy.

I simply loathe the crude 1960s distinctions between commerce and art. For me, Warhol and pop obliterated all of those separations – that was the whole point of the Brillo Boxes and Campbell‘s Soup Cans. And believe it or not, in 2009, moronic journalists are still saying to me, ‘Your work is so commercial.’

If you want to go out for a hunting trip and shoot cans with your son and a .22, that’s fine. Do I need an AK-47 with a 100-round magazine if I’m going on a hunting trip? No. It is, to borrow a phrase from Confucius, like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

I’m the breadwinner. I kill the spiders. Actually I don’t kill them. I put them in a plastic bag and take them outside. I take out the trash cans. I change the light bulbs. I lug the 50 lbs. suitcases down the stairs.

In the eighteenth century, it was ladies and gentlemen and swings in a garden; today, it may be Campbell’s soup cans or highway signs. There is no real difference. The artist still takes his everyday world and tries to make something out of it.

We don’t need more recycling, we need a completely different system of closed-loop manufacturing, and no matter how many cans I crush, my personal actions at the consumer level are of very little importance in getting us there.

If you don’t own traditional dumbbells, you can also use soup cans or bottles of water.

I watch people throw aluminum cans in the trash, and I think of all the stories I’ve heard about the over-mining of aluminum, the erosion that happens, and the trees that fall down.