There was this one lady in Colorado who made us something ceramic, where it could have been either a ring holder or a bowl cleaner. She was just like, "Here you go." And we were both like, "Oh my god! Thank yoooou!"
I learned about Chinese ceramics and African sculptures, I aired my scanty knowledge of the French Impressionists, and I prospered.
I do a lot of ceramics.
The very "marks" on the bottom of a piece of rare crockery are able to throw me into a gibbering ecstasy.
I am content to be a bric-a-bracker and a Ceramiker.
I can see hope inside it." Rachel ran her fingers over the ceramic designs. "So fragile.
No, my friend. We are lunatics from the hospital up the highway, psycho-ceramics, the cracked pots of mankind. Would you like me to decipher a Rorschach for you?
The other day I started to take a course in psycho-ceramics. What is psycho-ceramics? It's the study of crackpots.