Friday, January 18, 2013
We go hard.
— Jay-Z, “Brooklyn Go Hard - feat. Santigold”
Thursday, January 17, 2013
You get nothing! You lose! Good day Sir!
— Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
And you have a better measure.
— Norman Foster, How Much Does Your Building Weigh, Mr. Foster?
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Too many morals.
— girl at basshunter
Monday, January 14, 2013
We’re all smart Jeremy.
— C.I.A. Director, Zero Dark Thirty
Sunday, January 13, 2013
The crickets and the rust-beetles scuttled among the nettles of the sage thicket. “Vámonos, amigos,” he whispered, and threw the busted leather flintcraw over the loose weave of the saddlecock. And they rode on in the friscalating dusklight.
— Eli Cash, The Royal Tenenbaums
Saturday, January 12, 2013
In the middle of a bath.
— John Lennon, “Oh Yoko”
Friday, January 11, 2013
That life was made for you
Just as well as it was made for me.
— Willie G: The Poet of Central Park, “Everyone Has Gotta Start Somewhere”
Thursday, January 10, 2013
I don’t do too much talking these days.
— Nico, These Days
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
I’ve been there. It’s filled with sunshine.
— Pete Campbell, “The Phantom,” Mad Men
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Or maybe humor itself has changed.
— Niccolò, Identification of a Woman
Monday, January 7, 2013
The myths were gone but the culture continued.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Contemplating suicide, he instead decided to construct a canoe.
— Aaron Ketchell, Holy Hills of the Ozarks
Saturday, January 5, 2013
It’s over and done with.
— The Proclaimers, "Over And Done With"
Friday, January 4, 2013
Leakage evidently improves decision making by increasing the time over which the noisy evidence accumulates until sufficient information for a decision is gained.
— Thomas Seeley, Honeybee Democracy
Thursday, January 3, 2013
If you can hear a piano fall,
you can hear me coming down the hall.
— The White Stripes, “Dead Leaves And The Dirty Ground”
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
They and their textual interpretation offer a doorway of brief liberation to whosoever will but lift the latch and ponder what he finds beyond the portal.
— Homer Eaton Keyes, “Preface,” Shaker Furniture: The Craftsmanship of an American Communal Sect
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
I read Euclid in an old book I bartered.
— Abraham Lincoln, Lincoln
Monday, December 31, 2012
Do they twinkle in horror?
Sunday, December 30, 2012
After the decline of architecture, all major work nowadays is done by those who dreamed of white cathedrals or had an intimate experience or interest in their material, old or new.
— Anthony Froshaug, “Typography is a grid”