Sunday, June 22, 2014
He slips into spaces.
— Ian Darke, USA v. Portugal, 2014 FIFA World Cup
Saturday, June 21, 2014
You’re going to be plaid by the end of the day.
Friday, June 20, 2014
No I won’t be afraid.
— Burnt Toast, “Stand By Me”
Thursday, June 19, 2014
On and on and on, on and on and on.
— Nat Baldwin, “Weights”
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
That was easy.
— Easy Button
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Wait a minute. With the time change, I could be alive for six hours in New York, but dead three hours in Paris.
— Joe, Everyone Says I Love You
Monday, June 16, 2014
The detective only the critic.
— G. K. Chesterton, “The Blue Cross”
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Back in Greece things moved because they had somewhere to go.
— Man 1, Science conversation in Brooklyn Bridge Park
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Is not that strange?
— Benedick, “Much Ado About Nothing”
Friday, June 13, 2014
— Newark Penn
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Now they know you’re supposed to shit 6 times a day.
— Seth Rogan, This Is The End
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
He’s my dog twin
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
And therefore he and I share this space.
— Robert Krulwich, “Things,” Radiolab
Monday, June 9, 2014
He knew, too, that soon all this would regain importance. But for now he felt strangely protected by a burning shield of fever and sleep.
— Primo Levi, “The Death of Marinese”
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Does she like to cuddle?
Saturday, June 7, 2014
So I’ve always wanted to see an image, want it enough to buy it, and then hang it in my house and look at it every time I walk down the hallway and have my kids look at it. Then I would change them to more ridiculous images and I would constantly revolve the images I had, whether it be photographers, or Escher, or German Expressionist woodblocks, or anything that I thought would keep their mind moving. That’s why I collect and that’s why I show.
— Graham Nash, Wisdom (Andrew Zuckerman): Love
Friday, June 6, 2014
You poop more than any human being I’ve ever met.
— Matt Gwin
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Can’t put a price on a good wife, they’re hard to replace.
— Old Stan
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
I know of nothing that I have done for which I should be afraid to go home.
— Paulding via Edouard A. Stackpole, The Sea-Hunters: The New England Whalemen During Two Centuries 1635-1835
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
You know when you have a scanner and you only see what’s touching it.