Sunday, November 11, 2012
Why a fox? Why not a horse, or a beetle, or a bald eagle?
— Mr. Fox, Fantastic Mr. Fox
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Ain’t nobody got time for that.
— Sweet Brown, “Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That (Autotune Remix)”
Friday, November 9, 2012
Wherever the building takes us.
— Kristin Cotter
Thursday, November 8, 2012
They are meaningless unless you measure them.
— Michael Gordin
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
This life is real. This is the real thing. And if you can stay light and stay loose and stay relaxed, you can play at the very highest level as a baseball player or as a human being. I wish us all the luck in the world.
— Bill Murray, Hall of Fame Speech for the Sally League
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
You have to learn to act without certainty, without, you know, in a sense, the metaphysical conviction that you speak the truth. You have to learn to act nevertheless in the name of something.
— Reinhold Martin, “What Good Can Architecture Do?” a conversation with Jeff Kipnis
Monday, November 5, 2012
The more we read, the less we see.
— Herbert Bayer, “On Typography”
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Actually, we can never give anything up; we only exchange one thing for another.
— Sigmund Freud, “Creative Writers and Day-Dreaming”
Saturday, November 3, 2012
These consciously remembered mental impulses of childhood embody the factor which enables us to understand the nature of myths.
— Sigmund Freud, “Family Romances”
Friday, November 2, 2012
It is always dangerous to assume that one’s own time has an exceptional importance.
— Sigfried Giedion, Space, Time and Architecture
Thursday, November 1, 2012
I walk slow.
— Mumford and Sons, “Lovers’ Eyes”
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
They go back and forth. Back and forth. I don’t know how they stand it. I don’t know how they stand it.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
I had less success arguing that the States’ greatest virtue was its wide-open spaces where people never went.
— James Watson, The Double Helix
Monday, October 29, 2012
We breathe as deeply and fully as if our chest were as wide as the hall.
— Heinrich Wolfflin, Prolegomena to a Psychology of Architecture
Sunday, October 28, 2012
If we wanted applause, we would have joined the circus.
— Jack O'Donnell, Argo
Saturday, October 27, 2012
There is no such thing as an independently existing trajectory.
— Albert Einstein, Relativity
Friday, October 26, 2012
It is not always easy to tell the truth, especially when one has to be concise.
— Sigmund Freud, Five Lectures on Psycho-Analysis
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Nobody can do. The shing-a-ling. Like I do.
— The Human Beinz, "Nobody But Me"
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
And whiles we should fall to muse on the times when all the ways of nature were mere wonders to men, yet so well beloved by them that they called them by men’s names and gave them deeds of men to do: and many a time there would come before us memories of the deeds of past times, and of the aspirations of those mighty peoples whose deaths have made our lives, and their sorrows our joys. How could we keep silence all of this? and what voice could tell it but the voice of art: and what audience for such a tale would content us but all men living on the earth?
This is what Architecture hopes to be: it will have this life, or else death; and it is for us now living between the past and the future to say whether it shall live or die.
— William Morris, The Prospects of Architecture in Civilisation
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Knowledge is scalable.
— Lucia Allais