Friday, March 15, 2013
And plinko in my style.
— Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, “Can’t Hold Us - feat. Ray Dalton”
Thursday, March 14, 2013
The future is a crosswalk.
— Judy
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
I stride along and my tempo is the tempo of all my side of the street, of the whole street, of the whole quarter.
— Franz Kafka, “The Way Home”
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
It’s good enough for me.
— Jolie Holland, “Old Fashioned Morphine"
Monday, March 11, 2013
I wanted to touch the rim.
— Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, “Wing$”
Sunday, March 10, 2013
And that moment lasts the length of a breath.
— Francis Underwood, House of Cards
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Auditing makes such good sense that I have to try hard not to wish I were doing it myself.
— Prof Alan Ryan
Friday, March 8, 2013
Because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am.
— Charles Warnke, “You Should Date An Illiterate Girl”
Thursday, March 7, 2013
That always exceeds our representations of it.
— Lucien Castaing-Taylor, “Plumbing the Deep,” The New York Times
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
The amazing thing again is that most of what I’m telling you is true.
— Adam Burrows
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
But the gathering of such fragments responds to a much deeper compulsion. It resonates with the timeless desire to seize on the minimal remnant — the tiniest identifiable gesture — out of which the world could, in a pinch, be reconstructed.
— Geoffrey O'Brien, “We Are What We Quote,” The New York Times
Monday, March 4, 2013
The females like sculptures.
— Jame Gould
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Tired but happy.
— Older Whitman Card-Check Man
Saturday, March 2, 2013
A little bit of love.
— MIKA, “Happy Ending”
Friday, March 1, 2013
Humility is their form of pride. It is their strength. It is their weakness.
— Francis Underwood, House of Cards
Thursday, February 28, 2013
We are all split by contradictions.
— Esther da Costa Meyer
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
As for the rest of his fellow citizens, he is close to them, but he does not see them; he touches them, but he does not feel them; he exists only in himself and for himself alone; and if his kindred still remain to him, he may be said at any rate to have lost his country.
— Alexis de Tocqueville, Democracy in America
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
The cowardly worship of the past.
— Filippo Tommaso Marinetti, “Futurist Architecture”
Monday, February 25, 2013
Yea. But what’s right? My happiness now? My happiness in the future? What would even bring about my happiness? It’s too complicated of a question to answer.
— Kristin Cotter
Sunday, February 24, 2013
It’s not like my feet are stuck to the floor.
— Jack Peñate, “Pull My Heart Away”