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I refuse the compliment that I think like a man, thought has no sex, one either thinks or one does not. — Clare Boothe Luce

We cannot go back to the lost oral world, any more than we can turn the clock back to a time before the clock existed.40 "Writing and print and the computer," writes Walter Ong, "are all ways of technologizing the word" and once technologized, the word cannot be de-technologized.41 But the world of the screen, as we're already coming to understand, is a very different place from the world of the page. A new intellectual ethic is taking hold. The pathways in our brains are once again being rerouted. — Nicholas Carr

I don't hate the music, but I hate the process. When I look at it, I don't see song titles and artwork, I see the fight - I see the emotions, the blood, sweat and tears. There are a couple of songs on there that I love; but 'Lasers' is a little bit of what you love, a little bit of what you like, and a lot of what you had to do. — Lupe Fiasco

What you don't know about your parents is what becomes fascinating as you get older. They — Marc Maron

If God is, why is there evil? But if God is not, why is there good? — Saint Augustine

His eyes touched lightly, and passed on. — Davis Bunn

I should like, if I could, to leave a humble gift
a bit of chaste prose that had caught up some noble moods. — Max Ehrmann

Her mother had smelled of cold and scales, her father of stone dust and dog. She imagined her husband's mother, whom she had never met, had a whiff of rotting apples, though her stationary had stunk of baby powder and rose perfume. Sally was starch, cedar, her dead grandmother sandalwood, her uncle, swiss cheese. People told her she smelled like garlic, like chalk, like nothing at all. Lotto, clean as camphor at his neck and belly, like electrified pennies at the armpit, like chlorine at the groin. She swallowed. Such things, details noticed only on the edges of thought would not return.
'Land,' Mathilde said, 'odd name for a guy like you.'
'Short for Roland,' the boy said.
Where the August sun had been steaming over the river, a green cloud was forming. It was still terrifically hot, but the birds had stopped singing. A feral cat scooted up the road on swift paws. It would rain soon.
'Alright Roland,' Mathilde said, suppressing as sigh, 'sing your song. — Lauren Groff

Admiral Farragaut upon entering Mobile Bay Damn the torpedos. FULL SPEED AHEAD! — David Farragut

The daguerreotype is not merely an instrument which serves to draw Nature; on the contrary it is a chemical and physical process which gives her the power to reproduce herself. — Louis Daguerre