Tuesday, January 29, 2013
The billions of microbes with which we share our existence.
— Wilderness and Rescue Medicine
Monday, January 28, 2013
If you took out all your arteries and veins and laid them end to end you would be dead.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
I’m the best app you got this week.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Better tell them while they’re here, ‘cause
They may just run away from you.
— Imagine Dragons, “On Top of the World”
Friday, January 25, 2013
You know what’s more American, Benjamin Franklin, that’s what’s more American.
— Pat Sr., Silver Linings Playbook
Thursday, January 24, 2013
I think it needs a renovation.
— Liz Diller
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
For it is rather the machines that have helped us to understand how birds fly and fish swim.
— Sir James Gray, “How Fishes Swim,” Vertebrates Structures and Functions: Readings From Scientific American
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Poems don’t always have to rhyme, you know.
— Sam Shakusky, Moonrise Kingdom
Monday, January 21, 2013
It makes me say-God forbid that I should be without such a task!
— John Keats, Letters of John Keats
Sunday, January 20, 2013
knowl∙edge (nōl'ĭj) n- 1 what has been learned by study or observation; learning. 2 familiarity from study or experience: a knowledge of the area; a knowledge of painting.
— Webster’s Dictionary of the American Language: Illustrated
Saturday, January 19, 2013
‘I’m just a shop rat,’ he said.
— Corey Kilgannon, “At Home With Millions of Books,” The New York Times
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