Pet_Sounds

I'd love to read more of that translation.

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John Connor

"I'm going to write a book someday and the title will be
I'M AN ASS, YOU'RE AN ASS. That's the most liberating, wonderful
thing in the world, when you openly admit you're an ass. It's
wonderful. When people tell me, "You're wrong". I say, "What can
you expect of an ass"?

Disarmed, everybody has to be disarmed. I n the final liberation, I 'm
an ass, you're an ass. Normally the way it goes, I press a button and
you're up; I press another button and you're down. And you like that.
How many people do you know who are unaffected by praise or
blame? That isn't human, we say. Human means that you have to be
a little monkey, so everybody can twist your tail, and you do
whatever you OUGHT to be doing"

Anthony de Mello

Cuthbert

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The Batlord

The thickest of ****s.

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Chiomara

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[MERIT]

"If this does not appeal to you sufficiently to recognize in me a discoverer of principles, do me, at least, the justice of calling me an 'inventor of some beautiful pieces of electrical apparatus.'" ~ Nikola Tesla

MicShazam

"Roads were made for journeys, not destinations."
- Confucius

This quote seems wiser to me year by year. I try to live by it.



"A wise man proportions his belief to the evidence."
- David Hume

I want to write this one on a log and hit people with it.

Chiomara

My first Photoshop dream. I dreamed I was erasing my past in Photoshop, but it turned out that I was using the ‘clone tool’ - so instead of erasing I was just copying chunks of the past into the future. (Consider the inverse: that you think you’re using the clone tool - reclaiming memories - when in fact you’re using the eraser.)
— Brian Eno, 21 November 1995


"Either make life worth living for me, or else take me off to some secluded place where I can drown myself without being interfered with." #Mood
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay


The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.
— Ursula K. Le Guin

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Chiomara

The discussion in that one thread today (that's terribly specific, I know) made me think of this Sharon Olds poem:

I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,
I see my father strolling out
under the ochre sandstone arch, the
red tiles glinting like bent
plates of blood behind his head, I
see my mother with a few light books at her hip
standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks,
the wrought-iron gate still open behind her, its
sword-tips aglow in the May air,
they are about to graduate, they are about to get married,
they are kids, they are dumb, all they know is they are
innocent, they would never hurt anybody.
I want to go up to them and say Stop,
don’t do it—she’s the wrong woman,
he’s the wrong man, you are going to do things
you cannot imagine you would ever do,
you are going to do bad things to children,
you are going to suffer in ways you have not heard of,
you are going to want to die. I want to go
up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it,
her hungry pretty face turning to me,
her pitiful beautiful untouched body,
his arrogant handsome face turning to me,
his pitiful beautiful untouched body,
but I don’t do it. I want to live. I
take them up like the male and female
paper dolls and bang them together
at the hips, like chips of flint, as if to
strike sparks from them, I say
Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it.

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GunmouthGrace

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