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  • #1
    Annie Proulx
    “You know, one of the tragedies of real life is that there is no background music.”
    Annie Proulx

  • #2
    Maya Angelou
    “I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
    Maya Angelou

  • #3
    Daniel J. Boorstin
    “The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance, it is the illusion of knowledge.”
    Daniel J. Boorstin

  • #4
    Paul Valéry
    “Poems are never finished - just abandoned”
    Paul Valery

  • #5
    Randy Pausch
    “Find the best in everybody. Just keep waiting no matter how long it takes. No one is all evil. Everybody has a good side, just keep waiting, it will come out.”
    Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture

  • #6
    Randy Pausch
    “The brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls are not there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. Because the brick walls are there to stop the people who don’t want it badly enough. They’re there to stop the other people.”
    Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture

  • #7
    Kobayashi Issa
    “The world of dew
    is the world of dew.
    And yet, and yet--”
    Issa Kobayashi, The Dumpling Field: Haiku of Issa

  • #8
    “Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call, go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone, don’t wait for them to give you a sign cause it might never come, don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really.”
    Helena Kvarnstrom

  • #9
    Kobayashi Issa
    “O snail
    Climb Mount Fuji
    But slowly, slowly!”
    Kobayashi Issa

  • #10
    Nicholas Carr
    “What the Net seems to be doing is chipping away my capacity for concentration and contemplation. Whether I’m online or not, my mind now expects to take in information the way the Net distributes it: in a swiftly moving stream of particles. Once I was a scuba diver in the sea of words. Now I zip along the surface like a guy on a Jet Ski.”
    Nicholas G. Carr, The Shallows: What the Internet is Doing to Our Brains

  • #11
    Antonio Gramsci
    “How many times have I wondered if it is really possible to forge links with a mass of people when one has never had strong feelings for anyone, not even one's own parents: if it is possible to have a collectivity when one has not been deeply loved oneself by individual human creatures. Hasn't this had some effect on my life as a militant--has it not tended to make me sterile and reduce my quality as a revolutionary by making everything a matter of pure intellect, of pure mathematical calculation?”
    Antonio Gramsci

  • #12
    Charles Bukowski
    “sweet music It beats love because there aren’t any wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or Ives or Stravinsky or Mozart. She boils the eggs counting the seconds out loud: 56, 57, 58…she peels the eggs, brings them to me in bed. After breakfast it’s the same chair and listen to the classical music. She’s on her first glass of scotch and her third cigarette. I tell her I must go to the racetrack. She’s been here about 2 nights and 2 days. “When will I see you again?” I ask. She suggests that might be up to me. I nod and Mozart plays.”
    Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell



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