You put the tea in the kettle and light it. Put your hand on the metal and feel it.. but do you even feel it anymore?

You put the small thief in prison, but the big thief lives in a palace.

You put something you like on really loud, and you feel godlike.

You put some Vaseline under your eyes at night and under your chin, and you put a little bit on your chest and you'll avoid stretch marks and I'll get you some Vaseline, you can change your oil and fry chicken with it, too, but you best make sure you have something.

You put on this set of goggles, and within seconds, your brain is convinced you're now in a different, virtual environment. You're somewhere else, and that somewhere else may be a video game, it may be in a real-time movie, a museum exhibit, or a medical surgical training app.

You put on the military outfit, and it definitely tightens everything up and makes you stand up straighter.

You put on eyeliner, and people start screaming at you. How strange, and how marvellous.

You put on a face for the public. The face isn't false; it's just another side of you. If it were false, you couldn't last. People want something real and natural, and if they catch you acting, you're dead. It has to look real. In order to look real, it has to be real, and I've always thought of the characters I've played as real people.

You put on a bishop's robe and miter, he pondered, and walk around in that, and people bow and genuflect and like that, and try to kiss your ring, if not your ass, and pretty soon you're a bishop. So to speak. What is identity? he asked himself. Where does the act end? Nobody knows.

You put music in categories because you need to define a sound, but when you don't play it on your so-called radio stations that claim to be RandB or jazz or whatever... All music is dance music. But when people think of dance music, they think of techno or just house. Anything you can dance to is dance music. I don't care if it's classical, funk, salsa, reggae, calypso; it's all dance music.

You put me through hell. On purpose. Made me suffer. And there's no end in sight. I don't know what the fuck you're doing, ace, but this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde shit ain't cutting it with me.

You put me in charge of Medicaid, the first thing I'd do is get female recipients Norplant, birth-control implants, or tubal ligations. Then, we'll test recipients for drugs and alcohol, and if you want to reproduce or use drugs or alcohol, then get a job.

You put him in front of 50,000 people, he's at home.

You put high heels on and you change.

You put funny people in funny costumes and paint them green and we could talk about anything we wanted to, because that was the only thing that fascinated Gene about this particular genre.

You put deadlines on people you really don't want, because that's how you feel about them.

You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.

You put as much effort as you can when they're young into trying to teach them to be good people or make them the best they can be, and they're older now, my kids. I'm at that stage where I let them go, and you just hope that all that nurturing you did earlier on sticks, and you launched good people out there.

You put anyone in the outfit, and they look like Gandalf. Not that clever.