If it could be argued that the discourse about art was art and thus could be exhibited as such, the theoretical discourse about space certainly was not space.
— Bernard Tschumi, Architecture and Disjunction
Calm, collected, German.
— Steve Zissou, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
In truth, the more he is an artist, the more he seeks aid in Chance but ultimately domesticates it, directs it, and solicits it; but he also makes choices within it, accepts it but rejects some of it.
— Umberto Eco, “The Form of Disorder,” Pidgin Magazine Issue 9
Some places are like people.
— Dick Hallorann, The Shining
What is most important, however, is that none of them can lay claim to stand as the referent primitive.
— Jeffrey Kipnis, “A Family Affair”
There’s no lack of void.
— Rem Koolhaas, S,M,L,XL
— 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”