— Annyong, Arrested Development
Gossip was architecture.
— Bernard Tschumi, Architecture and Disjunction
You can also think through it.
— Bernard Tschumi, Architecture and Disjunction
Any cause-and-effect relationship between form, use, function, and socioeconomic structure has become both impossible and obsolete.
— Bernard Tschumi, Architecture and Disjunction
I’m always waiting in shadows.
— Cold War Kids, “Royal Blue”
A bar of sulfur in the drawer of a mahogany desk?
— Jorge Luis Borges, “The Witness”
Repetition properly so called is recollected forwards.
— Søren Kierkegaard via The Anxiety of Influence
A few words attributed by a Persian bookseller to Al-Mu'tasim are perhaps an expansion of words spoken by the hero; that and other ambiguous similarities may signal the identity of the seeker and the sought; they may also signal that the sought has already influenced the seeker.
— Jorge Luis Borges, “The Approach to Al-Mu'tasim”
Horizontal connections.
— Stan Alan
Secretly the avenues were circles.
— Jorge Luis Borges, “Parable of the Palace”
I tried, in my darkness, to remember everything I knew.
— Jorge Luis Borges, “The Writing of the God”
Well if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go on an overnight drunk, and in 10 days I’m going to set out to find the shark that ate my friend and destroy it. Anyone that would care to join me is more than welcome.
— Steve Zissou, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
Imagine a modern descendent of Piranesi with a summer job for AT&T, sent off alone with a truck, a tent, and some wire-testing equipment to explore abandoned villages in the mountains, on the hunt for internets he must single-handedly reawaken.
— BLDGBLOG, “Remnant Infrastructure”
Will we ever be able to understand the vision of the artists across such an abyss of time? There is an aura of melodram in this landscape… could this be our connection to them? This staging of landscape as an operatic event does not belong to the romanticists alone.
— Werner Herzog, Cave of Forgotten Dreams
I was then taken east, in a cage. I was taken to Toronto. Then Philadelphia. And then to New York. And each time I arrived at another city, somehow the white men had moved all their people there ahead of me. Each new city contained the same white people as the last, and I could not understand how a whole city of people could be moved so quickly.
— Nobody, Dead Man
I’ve tried smoking a pipe, flipping coins, and I even had a brief hat phase, but nothing stuck.
— Oliver Tate, Submarine
— Captain Haddock, The Adventures of Tintin
You’ve all got to work it out for yourselves.
— Brian, Life of Brian
Truth lives on in the illusion of Art, and it is from this copy, or after-image, that the original image will once again be restored.
— Friedrich Schiller, On the Aesthetic Education of Man via The Architecture of Happiness
Sheer space is the ultimate psychological reward of American Deserta. But in this case the reward was the more enjoyable for being delivered in false coin, for the vastness of the view proved to be an optical illusion!
— Reyner Banham, “The Vast and the Empty” Landform Building