What are you drinking? Tea!? Tea is boring. I hate tea and I hate reading.
— Lily
It can be argued that many deaths are inconveniently scheduled.
— James F. O’Gorman, ““Either in Books or Architecture:” Bertram Grosvenor Goodie in the Nineties,” American Architects and Their Books, 1840-1915
I think I’m hungry for knowledge but I’m satiating it with Total.
— Lily on cereal snacking
Procrastination may also give you some status. After all, its only very lucky or very wealthy people who don’t have to work hard at things. If you procrastinate and take it easy, you may be saying, I’m a special kind of person-I’m one cut above the rest. I shouldn’t have to work hard and hustle. I deserve to play and have fun.
— David D. Burns, M.D. The Feeling Good Handbook
Bread and butter letter, also known as bagel and cream cheese.
— Sid the Kid on thank you note email subject line
Becoming the biggest small.
— Markus Dohle
Aspen’s had a rough day.
— United baggage claim representative at LGA
Attitude.
— Lily
I like the sound of rehearsal.
— Lily on the sound of a child playing piano near the bathrooms at the Aspen Jewish Community Center
Waitress.
— Emily at Il Poggio
Are you the one she was waving at? Ah! That’s hilarious.
— Random woman after I said “did she (Emily) get on the plane?”
Stay funky. Stay fresh. Stay thug. Stay #blessed…
— Spencer in email after I sent one saying I was going on vacation
I exchanged kids for these other pursuits.
— Barstow alumnus
Figuring it out.
— Henry
Intellectually restless throughout his life, Professor Minsky sought to move on from mathematics once he had earned his doctorate. After ruling out genetics as interesting but not profound, and physics as mildly enticing, he chose to focus on intelligence itself.“The problem of intelligence seemed hopelessly profound,” he told The New Yorker magazine when it profiled him in 1981. “I can’t remember considering anything else worth doing.”
— Glenn Rifkin, “Marvin Minsky, Pioneer in Artificial Intelligence, Dies at 88,″ The New York Times
And I must push my barrow all the day.
— The Decemberists, “Eli, the Barrow Boy”
Each of these are individual snowflakes!
— Lily in a big pile of snow
And then I thought, if chicken’s in it, how bad could it be?
— Sid the Kid on Wednesday’s cabbage soup
Funeral cards.
— Co-worker
Work harder.
— Helen