Friday, December 6, 2013
There’s a human soul trapped in my couch.
Thursday, December 5, 2013
He kept saying things like, ‘You’ve got to paint me on the jump.’
— Harold Holzer, “The Interminable, Everlasting Lincolns (Part 1)”
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
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)”
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
And just listen to yourself, as usual, as you speak.
— Paul Muldoon
Monday, December 2, 2013
Good architecture should always be applauded.
— Kracklite, The Belly of an Architect
Sunday, December 1, 2013
White must be whiter than white, and to achieve that, colour must be added.
— David Batchelor, Chromophobia
Saturday, November 30, 2013
How’s that bricklayin’ comin’?
— The Head And The Heart, “Lost in My Mind”
Friday, November 29, 2013
— A.R. Ammons, “Corsons Inlet”
Thursday, November 28, 2013
When my big toe hits the roof of my shoe I’m used to it. If it missed anyone, it misses the dog.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
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
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
There’s no writing it down. There’s no putting it into order. Memory is part of a social group.
— Christine Boyer
Monday, November 25, 2013
Nothing distinguishes memories from ordinary moments.
— La Jetée
Sunday, November 24, 2013
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
Saturday, November 23, 2013
It’s not a problem for us. It’s a problem for history.
— Adi Zulkadry, The Act of Killing
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.
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”