#ace

I live in a bus and go from place to place and sometimes feel very detached from what's going on. ↗

— Gavin DeGraw

#detached #feel #go #going #i

I'm trying to learn, as I'm in my 40s, to embrace what I've been able to achieve and be proud of it. And I know there's roles that I will want to play before I die, but I'm still just taking one day at a time. ↗

— Kristin Chenoweth

#achieve #been #before #day #die

I really don't think of myself as a singer. I think of myself as an entertainer, and the best place I do it is onstage. ↗

— Cher

#entertainer #i #i do #i think #myself

And you can glance out the window for a moment, distracted by the sound of small kids playing a made-up game in a neighbor's yard, some kind of kickball maybe, and they speak in your voice, or piggyback races on the weedy lawn, and it's your voice you hear, essentially, under the glimmerglass sky, and you look at the things in the room, offscreen, unwebbed, the tissued grain of the deskwood alive in light, the thick lived tenor of things, the argument of things to be seen and eaten, the apple core going sepia in the lunch tray, and the dense measures of experience in a random glance, the monk's candle reflected in the slope of the phone, hours marked in Roman numerals, and the glaze of the wax, and the curl of the braided wick, and the chipped rim of the mug that holds your yellow pencils, skewed all crazy, and the plied lives of the simplest surface, the slabbed butter melting on the crumbled bun, and the yellow of the yellow of the pencils, and you try to imagine the word on the screen becoming a thing in the world, taking all its meanings, its sense of serenities and contentments out into the streets somehow, its whisper of reconciliation, a word extending itself ever outward, the tone of agreement or treaty, the tone of repose, the sense of mollifying silence, the tone of hail and farewell, a word that carries the sunlit ardor of an object deep in drenching noon, the argument of binding touch, but it's only a sequence of pulses on a dullish screen and all it can do is make you pensive--a word that spreads a longing through the raw sprawl of the city and out across the dreaming bournes and orchards to the solitary hills. Peace. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#underworld #words #writing #dreams

So, all during the '90s and, you know, for the first half of this decade, we had opportunities to get evacuation plans in place, better communications in place. ↗

— Michael Chertoff

#communications #decade #during #evacuation #first

It sounds like a cliche, but it... you do sing about what you know about. And I grew up in a small town, and I grew up in a place where your whole world revolved around friends, family, school, and church, and sports. ↗

— Kenny Chesney

#around #church #cliche #family #friends

He that has energy enough to root out a vice should go further, and try to plant a virtue in its place. ↗

— Charles Caleb Colton

#enough #further #go #out #place

If you wait for the perfect moment when all is safe and assured, it may never arrive. Mountains will not be climbed, races won, or lasting happiness achieved. ↗

— Maurice Chevalier

#achieved #arrive #assured #climbed #lasting

The most interesting thing was looking out the window and taking photographs of different places on Earth. ↗

— Leroy Chiao

#different places #earth #interesting #interesting thing #looking

DeLillo never seems committed to me to what he is writing. Very nice surfaces, but he's got nothing underneath. ↗

— Leslie Fiedler

#got #me #never #nice #nothing