Sunday, April 27, 2014
Even I have friends who don’t believe in god.
— London: The Modern Babylon
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Isn’t it funny how light comes and goes here.
Friday, April 25, 2014
On the verge of tears, the girl expressed her concern that she would have hiccups permanently.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Idolatry is worship of round things… flat things are not representational enough.
— Martha Himmelfarb
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
To Planets and
— Emily Dickinson, “A146,” The Gorgeous Nothings
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Pay no attention to the woman behind the video projector.
— Keith Sanborn
Monday, April 21, 2014
We take everything it does too personally.
Sunday, April 20, 2014
The green blade rises.
— “Now the Green Blade Rises”
Saturday, April 19, 2014
She was later found dead, floating in the sea.
— Christopher Drew and Jad Mouawad, “Breaking Proud Tradition, Captains Flee and Let Others Go Down With Ship,” The New York Times
Friday, April 18, 2014
I understand you’re a neurosurgeon.
— Dr. Peter Flynn, Rushmore
Thursday, April 17, 2014
May I inquire discreetly?
— The Beatles, “Lovely Rita”
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
It doesn’t make sense to incorporate that unless it really happened.
— AnneMarie Luijendijk
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Monday, April 14, 2014
One of our main sources of papyri are ancient trash heaps.
— AnneMarie Luijendijk
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Is it in the head or between your sides?
— Andrew Bird, “Dark Matter”
Friday, April 11, 2014
Imagine that this wall is not something below you but … behind you. You aren’t lying down anymore; you simply have your back pressed against something.
— Adam Frank, “How To Fall Forever Into The Night Sky,” All Things Considered, NPR
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Bug is bug.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
But, Sir, with respect, she’s a vastly heavier ship. She’s out of our class. She could be halfway to Cape Horn by the time we’re repaired and under way.
— Sailing Master John Allen, Master and Commander
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
The basic particle of light, a photon, is born traveling at the speed of light, as it emerges from an atom or a molecule. A photon never knows any other speed, and we have not found another phenomenon that accelerates from zero to top speed instantaneously.
— Neil deGrasse Tyson, “Hiding in the Light,” Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey