If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
— Fabian, Twelfth Night
It seemed to be so fragile.
— Ian Fleming, The Spy Who Loved Me
The unit disappears into the pattern.
— Stan Alan, “Conversation: Field Conditions Maribor,” Field Conditions Revisited
Man somehow feels he is infinite.
— Umberto Eco, “The Sacred Is Not Just A Fashion”
And it has to be enough.
— Miriam Grant-Panofsky, Barney’s Version
Solely so that I might discover who she was and what she was really like.
— Jorge Luis Borges, "There Are More Things"
It simplifies; it diminishes great, complex ideas, stretches of time; whole careers become reduced to a single snapshot.
— James Reston, Frost/Nixon
How do you know for sure?
— John Nash, A Beautiful Mind
An inclination for ships always means the joy of perfectly enclosing oneself, of having at hand the greatest possible number of objects, and having at one’s disposal an absolutely finite space.
— Roland Barthes, “The Nautilus and the Drunken Boat," Mythologies
We’ll use our eyes instead.
— Matt & Kim, “Cameras”
He can only kill you if you’re OK.
— Volkswagen Commercial
Further from my widowed home take the road that sets it to the sun.
— Matthew and the Atlas, “I Will Remain”
A lot.
— Oliver Fields, Beginners
I hate to say I told you so, so welcome to Miami.
— Tracy Jordan, “When It Rains, It Pours," 30 Rock
He was a wanderer and a vagabond like myself.
— Rudyard Kipling, The Man Who Would Be King
Words deform seeing by imposing their own form on seeing.
— Edward Tufte
A sort of narrative center.
— Jad Abumrad, “Who Am I?,“ WNYC’s Radiolab
To notice more things, and if you can find stories in every little tiny thing, recognize that every corner, every seam, every curve was a point of decision by a really deliberate and probably very smart person, you can recognize a story in every little thing.
— Roman Mars, “Shorts: Radiolab Presents: 99% Invisible,” WNYC’s Radiolab
I wish I could tell you what to do, but I just can’t.
— Royal Tenenbaum, The Royal Tenenbaums
I would like to reach out my hands.
— Rusted Root, “Send Me On My Way”