January 2011
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I demand the truth. You see, I don’t care if you — if you got me...
– Ricky Gervais on Piers Morgan Tonight
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And the pathetic thing is that I let myself believe that he could change, he...
– in House, Season 7 - “Larger than Life”
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Every time I stay with Lisa or her sister one of those rugrats get me sick....
– Cuddy’s mom in House, Season 7 - “Larger than Life”
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Just as there are physical monsters, can there not be mental or psychic monsters...
– John Steinbeck (via mlq3)
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Do stuff. be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s...
– Susan Sontag (via fashionninag)
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The problem is that while computers have been perfectly suited to the task of...
– John Brownlee
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The perfect machine
These days, I write a lot. Between this column and the two blogs I work for, I probably write 27,000 words a week, but you know what? Writing’s no easier for me now than it was twenty years ago. The difficulty of knowing exactly what to say or even being able to identify how you feel about something never goes away. Writing isn’t so much like pulling teeth as it is like growing a tooth out of...
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We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don’t...
– John Waters (via euphoriaaaa)
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Less than perfect
Here’s my first attempt at flash fiction after a very long time.
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You know who you are inside. You don’t need to tell the whole world. You...
– Mila Kunis, on her religion
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You’ve got to find your bliss as a human being, because if you can follow...
– Nicole Kidman, Vanity Fair January 2011
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The Thread of Life
by Christina Rossetti 1 The irresponsive silence of the land, The irresponsive sounding of the sea, Speak both one message of one sense to me: — Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand Thou too aloof bound with the flawless band Of inner solitude; we bind not thee; But who from thy self—chain shall set thee free? What heart shall touch thy heart? what hand thy hand?— And I am sometimes proud and...