Friday, November 22, 2013
There is no takeaway.
— Blond Interpreter at Tino Sehgal’s This situation
Thursday, November 21, 2013
To have a fever and blackended fingers from the newspaper, to be excited not only by the mind but, at last, by a meal, by the line of a neck, by an ear. To lie! Through one’s teeth. As you’re walking, to feel your bones moving along. At last to guess.
— Damiel, Wings of Desire
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Reminds me of a sea anemone.
— Jessie
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Man is the measure of all things.
— Protagoras via Paul Muldoon
Monday, November 18, 2013
Adding that he also gets 138,000 emails a year that require a response, by way of explaining why he ought to keep his budget and staff.
— Ennifer Steinhauer and Ian Austen, "His Honor? Toronto’s Mayor Rampages On, to City’s Shame,“ The New York Times
Sunday, November 17, 2013
At least I will die free.
— Mumford and Sons, “Wagon Wheel”
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Everything that I’m experiencing already happened. You know how like you look out at the stars and you think oh that light’s been traveling for thousands, millions, of years to get to me and what’s happening on that star or on that planet around that star right now? Does it even still exist? Um, you can say that about everything around you. Because, I mean, by the time that you become aware of something in front of you it’s been sitting there for a while, relatively speaking.
— Carl Zimmer, “Speed," Radiolab
Friday, November 15, 2013
Forgive no error you recognize,
it will repeat itself, increase,
and afterwards our pupils
will not forgive in us what we forgave.
it will repeat itself, increase,
and afterwards our pupils
will not forgive in us what we forgave.
— Yevtushenko, “Lies”
Thursday, November 14, 2013
I’m an albatross.
— John Hunter
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
I got sources to juggle.
— Kristin
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
And the man is not hurt exactly, he understands.
— Robert Hass, “Privilege of Being”
Monday, November 11, 2013
And in the facility for stopping to enjoy the present that is, to catch a fleeting reason to be alive and to have kept it a few seconds, and after it has been unearthed from the circumstances surrounding it to bring into the world of man the simplest things, to see the human spirit take possession of them, to create a new world where man and things can exist in harmony, that is my aim.
— Jean-Luc Godard, Two or Three Things I Know About Her
Sunday, November 10, 2013
That we do not discover reality but rather invent it is quite shocking for many people.
— Paul Watzlawick, “On the Nonsense of Sense and the Sense of Nonsense”
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Life itself is actually deeply asymmetric.
— Robert Krulwich, “Desperately Seeking Symmetry,” Radiolab
Friday, November 8, 2013
Where links between an individual and the state are weakened, moral responsibility will be diminished.
— Jeremy Moss, Climate Justice
Thursday, November 7, 2013
This thing’s built like a brick outhouse!
— John Hunter
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Sun would go down as they rode into town.
— Mulberry Soul, “Lincoln Town”
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
When it is raining in Oxford Street, the architecture is no more important than the rain.
— Peter Cook, Living Arts 2
Monday, November 4, 2013
There’s no point in having an intolerant one, it doesn’t really do any good.
— Julia Wise
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Alone!?
— Pistachio