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  • #1
    Gore Vidal
    “Half of the American people have never read a newspaper. Half never voted for President. One hopes it is the same half.”
    Gore Vidal, Screening History

  • #2
    W.G. Sebald
    “It is thanks to my evening reading alone that I am still more or less sane.”
    W.G. Sebald, Vertigo

  • #3
    Ray Bradbury
    “We earth men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things.”
    Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles

  • #4
    Julia Child
    “I was 32 when I started cooking; up until then, I just ate.”
    Julia Child

  • #5
    Lewis Mumford
    “Humor is our way of defending ourselves from life's absurdities by thinking absurdly about them. ”
    Lewis Mumford

  • #6
    Lewis Mumford
    “A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.”
    Lewis Mumford

  • #7
    Julio Cortázar
    “Come sleep with me: We won't make Love, Love will make us.”
    Julio Cortázar

  • #8
    Stéphane Mallarmé
    “A roll of the dice will never abolish chance.”
    Stéphane Mallarmé

  • #9
    Ayn Rand
    “I want to sleep with you. Now, tonight, and at any time you may care to call me. I want your naked body, your skin. your mouth, your hands...—I want you like an animal...or a whore.”
    Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

  • #10
    Ayn Rand
    “You’re so beautiful, Dominique. Its such a lovely accident on God’s part that there’s one person who matches inside and out.”
    Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

  • #11
    Ayn Rand
    “When they lay in bed together it was—as it had to be, as the nature of the act demanded—an act of violence. It was surrender, made the more complete by the force of their resistance. It was an act of tension, as the great things on earth are things of tension. It was tense as electricity, the force fed on resistance, rushing through wires of metal stretched tight; it was tense as water made into power by the restraining violence of a dam. The touch of his skin against hers was not a caress, but a wave of pain, it became pain by being wanted too much, by releasing in fulfillment all the past hours of desire and denial.”
    Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead



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