Monday, June 17, 2013
It’s not that unique in some ways.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
It’s a pickle.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
I haven’t cried so much since this morning.
Friday, June 14, 2013
The only time I felt like I was talkin’ to God,
Was in my Walkman walking with Nas.
— Macklemore, “Church (feat. Geo of Blue Scholars)"
Thursday, June 13, 2013
I will not be a mannequin.
— Macklemore, “And We Danced (feat. Ziggy Stardust)”
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Ooh, She started dancin’ to that fine fine music.
— Velvet Underground, “Rock and Roll”
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
It was, they realized, when man has not only altogether forgotten but has firmly renounced all ideas of food and drink that he eats and drinks in the right spirit.
— Isak Dinesen, Babette’s Feast
Monday, June 10, 2013
Reducing the number of relationships.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
They spoke of spontaneous combustion with contempt, and implied they were the boys to put out combustions. Somehow we all felt as though we each had inherited a large fortune.
— Joseph Conrad, Youth
Saturday, June 8, 2013
I’ll say as they say and persevere so,
And in this mist at all adventures go.
— Antipholus of Syracuse, A Comedy of Errors
Friday, June 7, 2013
The story of the fact is: happy wife, happy life.
— Man in Cobble Hill movie theater after Now You See Me
Thursday, June 6, 2013
And for a moment, the logic of that seemed to make him more peaceful.
— Donald Spoto, The Dark Side of Genius
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
I hope scholars in the future will solve this problem so that the more profound aspects of our religion can be communicated in English.
— Gejyong Tenzin Gyatsho (The Dali Lama), An Introduction to Buddhism
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
You don’t have to be as good as everyone else if you’re on time and it’s always a pleasure to hear from you.
— Neil Gaiman, Neil Gaiman’s ‘Make Good Art’ speech.
Monday, June 3, 2013
We did our best, both of us, to understand, to explain.
— Samuel Beckett, “The Expelled”
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Where’s the Jonny Quest guy?
— Judy’s Dad
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Look at the night.
— Neil Diamond, “Sweet Caroline"
Friday, May 31, 2013
Now it understood what the man sought in the woman, and it knew that he suffered because he never would attain that sense of completion he sought.
— Paul Bowles, “The Circular Valley”
Thursday, May 30, 2013
I’m fairly certain that, after a shortish time, the person through whom a poem was written is no more entitled to make revisions than any other reader.
— Paul Muldoon, Paul Muldoon Poems 1968-1998
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
He remembered a paper he’d once given at a conference on urban design: It is not from the château that we set upon our adventure, gentlemen, but from the shack.
— Italo Calvino, The Queen’s Necklace