#bs

For the perfect flâneur, for the passionate spectator, it is an immense joy to set up house in the heart of the multitude, amid the ebb and flow of movement, in the midst of the fugitive and the infinite. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#city #crowds #looking #observation #people-watching

My uncle Sammy was an angry man. He had printed on his tombstone: What are you looking at? ↗

— Margaret Smith

#angry #had #his #looking #man

A great deal of talent is lost to the world for want of a little courage. Every day sends to their graves obscure men whose timidity prevented them from making a first effort. ↗

— Sydney Smith

#day #deal #effort #every #every day

Like life itself my stories have no point and get absolutely nowhere. ↗

— Thorne Smith

#get #itself #life #like #no point

Subsidize... or lend. ↗

— Susan George

#subsidize

Abstraction is everybody's zero but nobody's nought. ↗

— Robert Smithson

#everybody #nobody #nought #zero

History is representational, while time is abstract; both of these artifices may be found in museums, where they span everybody's own vacancy. ↗

— Robert Smithson

#artifices #both #everybody #found #history

Museums are tombs, and it looks like everything is turning into a museum. ↗

— Robert Smithson

#into #like #looks #museum #museums

Folk music was out there. Clubs were springing up and they were hot with the college kids. ↗

— Dick Smothers

#college #college kids #folk #folk music #hot

I grew up doing all that stuff because I was obsessed with the '50s. I had sock hops for birthday parties. So I've always done The Twist and stuff. It was pretty natural and, with my parents doing it all the time, I'd just copy them. Not very pretty. ↗

— Brittany Snow

#because #birthday #copy #doing #done