Wednesday, October 31, 2018
10/31/18
I wish every day could be Halloween. We could all wear masks all the time. Then we could walk around and get to know each other before we got to see what we looked like under the masks. -
Tuesday, October 30, 2018
10/30/18
How heavy is that day in the mountains when you built a campfire and saw a shooting star? What is the mass of yesterday? How fast is love? -John Varley
Monday, October 29, 2018
10/29/18
There is no doubt that I have lots of words inside me; but at moments, like rush-hour traffic at the mouth of a tunnel, they jam. -John Updike
Friday, October 26, 2018
Thursday, October 25, 2018
10/25/18
The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns. -George Santayana
Wednesday, October 24, 2018
10/24/18
I'd like to widen people's awareness of the tremendous timespan lying ahead -- for our planet, and for life itself. Most educated people are aware that we're the outcome of nearly 4 billion years of Darwinian selection, but many tend to think that humans are somehow the culmination. Our sun, however, is less than halfway through its lifespan. Six billion years from now, it will not be humans who watch the sun's demise. Any creatures that then exists will be as different from us as we are from bacteria or amoebae. -Martin Rees
Tuesday, October 23, 2018
10/23/18
We should not write so that it is possible for the reader to understand us, but so that it is impossible for him to misunderstand us. -Quintilian
Monday, October 22, 2018
10/22/18
Contradiction is not a sign of falsity, nor the lack of contradiction a sign of truth. -Blaise Pascal
Friday, October 19, 2018
10/19/18
Homo sapiens is the species that invents symbols in which to invest passion and authority, then forgets that symbols are inventions. -Joyce Carol Oates
Thursday, October 18, 2018
10/18/18
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. -Vladimir Nabokov
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