Tuesday, July 9, 2013
He felt suddenly of the texture of his own coat and then he reached out and pressed his thumb against the granite of the building by his side.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Lost Decade”
Monday, July 8, 2013
Well ya gotta die of somethin’.
— Ryan Gosling, Gangster Squad
Sunday, July 7, 2013
I have a plan for you.
— Hamburg Airport Employee
Saturday, July 6, 2013
You have to live a little.
— Liz
Friday, July 5, 2013
What she order? Fish fillet.
— Kanye West, “Ni**as in Paris”
Thursday, July 4, 2013
I have to take my shoes off because I have corn nuts in my feet.
— John
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Don’t be in a hurry.
— Macrina
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
And his tongue felt agile as a butterfly.
— John Updike, “Bech in Rumania”
Monday, July 1, 2013
Sometimes her English had a weird precision.
— John Updike, “Rich in Russia”
Sunday, June 30, 2013
A man is never more himself than when he talks nonsense about God.
— Frank O'Connor, “A Story by Maupassant”
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Time collapses upon itself.
— John
Friday, June 28, 2013
This is somehow how history is written.
— Xenophon
Thursday, June 27, 2013
I’m related to camels.
— Slobodan Ćurčić
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
She was the queer things in him, like the pecan tree and liking books and caring enough about people to let them hurt him.
— Truman Capote, “Children on Their Birthdays”
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Do you remember what it was like - alone?
— Franz Kafka, “The Judgement”
Monday, June 24, 2013
She would spend fruitless, anxious and enjoyable hours trying to disentangle and isolate her various emotions, and to assess their respective values.
— Margaret Drabble, “The Gifts of War”
Sunday, June 23, 2013
And if you can’t see it, then you’re blind.
— Jesse, Before Midnight
Saturday, June 22, 2013
I, however, am convinced that if you possess the true faith, you must also be able to sell it.
— Robert Musil, “The Paintspreader”
Friday, June 21, 2013
In this sense, jacket design is a kind of interpretational utilitarianism.
— Peter Mendelsund, “1. Fictions,” Jacket Mechanical
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Which I was pretty sure were fish.
— Peter Mendelsund, “James Joyce. For Vintage Books.,” Jacket Mechanical
