When the women's movement started in the 1960s, there was a vision of a future where women didn't wear makeup or worry about how their hair LOOKED, and everybody wore SENSIBLE, comfortable clothes. It RAN into an absolute brick WALL.

There was something about the Cleveland PLAY HOUSE that was the holiest place - you know, with the GHOST light on the STAGE and the brick. It was just the most beautiful theater in the world.

In writing lyrics - well, for me, anyway - it's about getting into character, you know? 'Who is writing this?' In the CASE of the original 'Thick As A Brick,' supposedly a precocious, very young child who's fantasizing about his future and the context of all the CONFUSING elements to which SCHOOL boys are subjected at that TIME.

I love deejaying and got the opportunity to do a music production course online and LOVED it, but I am about as MUSICALLY TALENTED as a house BRICK.

I wasn't accepted the first TIME I tried to GET into DRAMA school. I said, 'I'll give this one more shot... and if that doesn't work, I won't bang my head against this painful brick WALL.'

One of my teachers once said that the way you know you're on the right PATH is that it works. Now, that doesn't mean you don't run into blocks and BRICK WALLS, but it does mean that you can find a way AROUND them or find a way to change yourself or your project in ORDER to find the flow again and have it work.

I took after my FATHER who was a bricklayer and used to BUILD everything step by step, BRICK by brick.

I'm not 'Grace.' That album is like a brick ONTO itself. It's like a coffin that I PUT certain feelings and observations in so that they can be capsulized forever. I WANTED to put them there so I would be free to MOVE on.

People who avoid the BRICK walls - all POWER to ya, but we all have to hit them SOMETIMES in order to PUSH through to the NEXT level, to evolve.

If I dream that I'm directing, it's not a film, it's LIKE a commercial for COTTON candy, and I've got four FEET of cotton candy all around me that I've got to break through, like a BRICK wall or a fortress.

Kanan is a big road through the Santa Monica Mountains. Between mid-March and mid-April, when you get over to the western SIDE of the mountains, it's populated by Spanish broom - this BEAUTIFUL, yellow, flowering WEED that smells the way I IMAGINE it smells along the Yellow BRICK Road.

2017 MAY have been that year when identity POLITICS HIT a BRICK WALL - and slumped limply on the pavement.

I was always fighting the establishment, TRYING to RUN through BRICK WALLS.

I say that BUILDING PEACE is like building a cathedral. You have to have a solid base, and then you do it BRICK by brick. But the PROCESS is irreversible. There's no way back.