Saturday, February 1, 2014
Poof, Poof.
— Everyone after Sami
Friday, January 31, 2014
Sexy salamander.
— Eric
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Respect the hunt.
— Rob
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Rob gave himself a fist bump in his head.
— Jamie
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Under my al dente.
— Rob
Monday, January 27, 2014
They want the cookie.
— Eric
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Town and Country.
— Enterprise Employee
Saturday, January 25, 2014
FVC
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Friday, January 24, 2014
Skewered.
— James Bond, Casino Royale
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Convinced that memory keeps everything, not just the Albertines and the great journals of the heart and the kidneys, I persisted in reconstructing the contents of my desk in Floresta.
— Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
I don’t quite grasp it entirely.
— Kristin
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Jimbo!
— John Silver, Treasure Planet
Monday, January 20, 2014
You can’t steal something that’s already been stolen
— Lord Grantham, “Christmas Special (2013)," Downton Abbey
Sunday, January 19, 2014
My dear, all life is a series of problems which we must try and solve; the first one, and the next, and the next, until at last we die. Why don’t you get us an ice cream?
— Dowager Countess, “Episode 8,” Downton Abbey
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Just stay hungry
— Notorious B.I.G. in Jay Z, “My 1st Song”
Friday, January 17, 2014
What I have come to believe is we are at least one of the ways the universe knows itself. That is extraordinary.
— Bill Nye, Los Angeles Daily News
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Peter Singer just said ‘Dingo.’ Brilliant.
— CHV 310 notes
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
I am someone who proudly and humbly affirms that love is the mystery-of-mysteries, and that nothing measurable matters “a very good God damn”: that “an artist, a man, a failure” is no mere whenfully accreting mechanism, but a givingly eternal complexity-neither some soulless and heartless ultrapredatory infra-animal nor any un-understandingly knowing and believing and thinking automation, but a naturally and miraculously whole human being-a feelingly illimitable individual; whose only happiness is to transcend himself, whose every agony is to grow.
— e e cummings, six nonlectures
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
It’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now.
— Samantha, Her
Monday, January 13, 2014
The way is shut.
— Male voice outside of McCosh 30