You Maltese, you go to China.
— Sid doing a comedy routine with Gia
I love how many collars he wears. Interesting look.
— Reince Priebus on Bannon at CPAC
That’s the worst Brusco.
— Real Estate Agent on our landlords.
Frank Gehry No Longer Allowed To Make Sandwiches For Grandkids
— Article title from The Onion
If the discrepancy is real, this could be a disruption of the current highly successful standard model of cosmology and just what the younger generation wants — a chance for big discoveries, new insights and breakthroughs.
— Michael S. Turner, “Cosmos Controversy: The Universe Is Expanding, but How Fast?,” The New York Times
If you’re not in a state of play you can’t make anything.
— Paula Scher, Abstract: The Art of Design
Human bean… Our lives have been torn apart. We will live in a hell like place without parents I said… The window was only half as pretty as the dozens of paintings surrounding it…
— Excerpts from a story Lily wrote at 9
Protects it from what?
— Marc Utay on pie crust protector
An architectural product that’s exportable.
— Phi’s goal (not verbatim)
Cheat Drawer.
— Judy and Nick
When you cook, cook with love.
— IT Alex
I’m a guy that know’s whats up. Lets have some more ginger ale!
— Sid holding bottle of red wine
you win the Nobel Prize for Penguinwear!
— email subject line (referring to my penguin in Sgt. Peppers suit)
What if, when Tracy Austin writes that after her 1989 car crash, “I quickly accepted that there was nothing I could do about it,” the statement is not only true but exhaustively descriptive of the entire acceptance process she went through? Is someone stupid or shallow because she can say to herself that there’s nothing she can do about something bad and so she’d better accept it, and thereupon simply accept it with no more interior struggle? Or is that person maybe somehow natively wise and profound, enlightened in the childlike way some saints and monks are enlightened?
— David Foster Wallace, “How Tracy Austin Broke My Heart,” String Theory
A wise man once said nothing.
— A shirt someone made for Grandpa Jack that everyone gets a kick out of
Yes, it’s always like this.
— Dad on the sky.
Glad you made it.
— 375 Building Guard on basically snow day
Stop working on mechanicals.
— Jason
Looks like it’s above us.
— The pond waterin Central Park at night
— Helen