Saturday, June 16, 2012
Words deform seeing by imposing their own form on seeing.
— Edward Tufte
Friday, June 15, 2012
A sort of narrative center.
— Jad Abumrad, “Who Am I?,“ WNYC’s Radiolab
Thursday, June 14, 2012
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
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
I wish I could tell you what to do, but I just can’t.
— Royal Tenenbaum, The Royal Tenenbaums
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
I would like to reach out my hands.
— Rusted Root, “Send Me On My Way”
Monday, June 11, 2012
Of our own device.
— Eagles, “Hotel California”
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Na na na na na.
— Cobra Starship, “You make me feel”
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Now lead! Right?
— Ned Plimpton, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
Friday, June 8, 2012
F*** the police.
— Frosh Amy
Thursday, June 7, 2012
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
You never change your socks.
— Harry McClintock, “In the Big Rock Candy Mountains”
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Hey, I just met you.
— Carly Ray Jepsen, “Call Me Maybe”
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Look at the sky.
— Kristin Cotter
Monday, June 4, 2012
I think I want to go on adventures.
— Suzy Bishop, Moonrise Kingdom
Sunday, June 3, 2012
The way you walk through space is very bizarre.
— Man outside of Betto in Brooklyn
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Belief and seeing, they’re both often wrong.
— Robert McNamara, The Fog of War
Friday, June 1, 2012
When I was a little boy,
I wanted a Barlow knife.
— Doc Watson, “Shady Grove”
Thursday, May 31, 2012
There is only one God, and I don’t think he dresses like that.
— Captain America, The Avengers
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
I close my eyes.
— Kansas, “Dust in the Wind”
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
And so we find ourselves in this universe and not another for much the same reason we find ourselves on earth and not Neptune-we find ourselves where conditions are ripe for our form of life.
— Brian Greene, “The Mystery of the Multiverse," Newsweek
Monday, May 28, 2012
Des spaghettis, d'la sauce tomate.
— Renan Luce, “Repenti”