Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Further from my widowed home take the road that sets it to the sun.
— Matthew and the Atlas, “I Will Remain”
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
A lot.
— Oliver Fields, Beginners
Monday, June 18, 2012
I hate to say I told you so, so welcome to Miami.
— Tracy Jordan, “When It Rains, It Pours," 30 Rock
Sunday, June 17, 2012
He was a wanderer and a vagabond like myself.
— Rudyard Kipling, The Man Who Would Be King
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Words deform seeing by imposing their own form on seeing.
— Edward Tufte
Friday, June 15, 2012
A sort of narrative center.
— Jad Abumrad, “Who Am I?,“ WNYC’s Radiolab
Thursday, June 14, 2012
To notice more things, and if you can find stories in every little tiny thing, recognize that every corner, every seam, every curve was a point of decision by a really deliberate and probably very smart person, you can recognize a story in every little thing.
— Roman Mars, “Shorts: Radiolab Presents: 99% Invisible,” WNYC’s Radiolab
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
I wish I could tell you what to do, but I just can’t.
— Royal Tenenbaum, The Royal Tenenbaums
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
I would like to reach out my hands.
— Rusted Root, “Send Me On My Way”
Monday, June 11, 2012
Of our own device.
— Eagles, “Hotel California”
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Na na na na na.
— Cobra Starship, “You make me feel”
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Now lead! Right?
— Ned Plimpton, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
Friday, June 8, 2012
F*** the police.
— Frosh Amy
Thursday, June 7, 2012
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
You never change your socks.
You never change your socks.
— Harry McClintock, “In the Big Rock Candy Mountains”
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Hey, I just met you.
— Carly Ray Jepsen, “Call Me Maybe”
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Look at the sky.
— Kristin Cotter
Monday, June 4, 2012
I think I want to go on adventures.
— Suzy Bishop, Moonrise Kingdom
Sunday, June 3, 2012
The way you walk through space is very bizarre.
— Man outside of Betto in Brooklyn
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Belief and seeing, they’re both often wrong.
— Robert McNamara, The Fog of War
Friday, June 1, 2012
When I was a little boy,
I wanted a Barlow knife.
I wanted a Barlow knife.
— Doc Watson, “Shady Grove”