Art is a proposition.
— Joe Scanlan
I’m now the proud owner of a jigsaw.
— Jessie
Toe to toe.
— alt-J, “Breezeblocks”
Turn it up? That’s such a dad thing.
— Jose
There’s a human soul trapped in my couch.
— Nick
He kept saying things like, ‘You’ve got to paint me on the jump.’
— Harold Holzer, “The Interminable, Everlasting Lincolns (Part 1)”
And what’s amazing — when Lincoln was standing there, there were light waves shooting out at 186,000 miles per second, hitting that collodion plate — that emulsion was made directly from him. I mean, that’s incredible.
— Keya Morgan, “The Interminable, Everlasting Lincolns (Part 2)”
And just listen to yourself, as usual, as you speak.
— Paul Muldoon
Good architecture should always be applauded.
— Kracklite, The Belly of an Architect
White must be whiter than white, and to achieve that, colour must be added.
— David Batchelor, Chromophobia
How’s that bricklayin’ comin’?
— The Head And The Heart, “Lost in My Mind”
to accept
the becoming
— A.R. Ammons, “Corsons Inlet”
When my big toe hits the roof of my shoe I’m used to it. If it missed anyone, it misses the dog.
Still speak to us 100 years later. We’re moved by them, we’re, we’re stirred by them, we see pictures of our own life, and our own loves, in them. Human life isn’t meaningless because it ends.
— Adam Gopnik, “Darwinvaganza,” Radiolab
There’s no writing it down. There’s no putting it into order. Memory is part of a social group.
— Christine Boyer
Nothing distinguishes memories from ordinary moments.
La Jetée
If there is no such thing as the cosmic point of view, the idea of absolute importance in the scheme of things is an illusion, a relic of a world not yet thoroughly disenchanted, and there is no other point of view except ours in which our activities can have or lack a significance.
— Bernard Williams, The Human Prejudice
It’s not a problem for us. It’s a problem for history.
— Adi Zulkadry, The Act of Killing
There is no takeaway.
— Blond Interpreter at Tino Sehgal’s This situation
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