High ceilings.
We all like motorcycles to some degree.
— Bob Dylan, San Francisco Press Conference, Dec. 1965
Nobody ever came in and said that the box had so much beauty that he just couldn’t resist buying it.
— Walter Paepcke, speech to the Art Directors Club of Chicago, 1936
Too little to get my head around.
— Nana
The first time we see the sun in months, and it explodes.
— Frank Cotham, Cartoon, The New Yorker
Kangaroo paw.
— Flower shop employee.
Thanks for being a great patient.
— Dr. Neglia
The past is not a root beer.
— Titus Andromedon, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt
— Dr. Neglia
People flying between some European countries, including Germany and Spain, are no longer required to show their passports when crossing boarders. This has led some airlines to allow passengers to board a plane with only a valid ticket, without checking it against any proof of identification.
— Nicholas Kulish, Melissa Eddy, Nicola Clark, “Andreas Lubitz, Germanwings Co-Pilot, Researched Suicide and Cockpit Doors, Prosecutors Say,” The New York Times
To my mother that would seem like a tricky conceptual artwork made to make her feel stupid.
— Michael Dickman
You can’t spell either?
— Martha
I’m glad you thought so.
— Lily’s library chalk board man’s head
The idea that the work done by my office for various companies in the building industry would involve the constant development of full size prototypes, each attempting to solve one or another aspect of the general problem. The result, if one were successful, could be a building research center whose collection of buildings might be extraordinarily interesting, and the whole thing might take on international importance.
— George Nelson, Letter to Paepcke dated July 23, 1952
As many of you know, Container Corporation of America makes a product which, in its essence, is totally common – a paperboard package. Each of us uses, touches, and needs this product virtually every day of our lives. Yet, unless we see it as garbage or litter, we are seldom aware of it. Even though our lifestyle depends so heavily on the conveniences made possible by the paperboard package, it seems to have no reality. Or rather, its reality is entirely subsumed in the products which it transports, protects and displays. In that sense, the paperboard package – the entire production of this billion dollar company, is not real. Of itself, it has no reality. However, looked at with a mirror that reflects it and the world around it, the paperboard package becomes part of an abstraction, and in that abstraction, is found the ultimate reality.
— John Massey, “Abstractions on Candles, Mirrors and Reality,” speech given in Aspen in 1977
The condensed milk, which they spread like jelly on saltines.
— Darcey Steinke reading from Sister Golden Hair
You can hear human breathing in the cockpit up until the moment of impact.
— New York Times
I can write an imitation of a Michael Dickman poem in five minutes.
— Michael Dickman
Does the world need another font? Of course not.
— “Writ Small,” Smithsonian Magazine
— MK