#del

Doyle: "What is it now, then?" Cordelia: "Isn't java supposed to be a coffee?" Doyle: "Ready to abandon the the Web project?" Cordelia: "No way. We have a chance here to make contact with the millions of people out there who are glued to their computers." Doyle: "All those millions, shunning human contact. I'll never understand it. Call me old-fashioned, if you like, but I want to interface with a face, not a hunk of plastic and glass." Cordelia: "Climb out of the Dark Ages, Munchkin man." Doyle: "It's leprechaun, and either way, I don't appreciate the insult. ↗

— John Passarella

#avatar #cordelia #doyle #humour #joss-whedon

One thing I could never stand was to see a filthy dirty old drunky howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers and going blurp blurp in between as it might be a filthy old orchestra in his stinking rotten guts;I could never stand to see anyone like that. whatever his age might be, but more especially when he was real old like this one was. ↗

— Anthony Burgess

#alex-delarge #anthony-burgess #age

I do recall hearing a conversation in our home in Strausberg, between my mother and my father, where my mother sounded very angry that my cousin had let the Rödels down by having to be dragged out of Oma’s house, crying for his mother and shouting that he did not want to return to the war in Russia. Like a great many other soldiers throughout that period, he died in Russia on 5 May, 1944. He was just twenty years of age, and is buried somewhere in that country. ↗

— Alfred Nestor

#alfred-nestor #author-alfred-nestor #hitler #hitler-s-germany #nazi-party

A Yale University management professor in response to student Fred Smith's paper proposing reliable overnight delivery service: The concept is interesting and well-formed, but in order to earn better than a 'C', the idea must be feasible. ↗

— Frederick W. Smith

#concept #delivery #earn #feasible #fred

Mama, Mama, put me to bed I won’t make it home, I’m already half-dead I met an Invalid, and fell for his art He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#requiem #art

We are suspicious of grace. We are afraid of the very lavishness of the gift. ↗

— Madeleine L'Engle

#madeleine-l-engle #walking-on-water #art

Finally, after a lot of searching and digging, it was simply the love of family that gave me a road into the character. Once I got into that, and we delved into what it would be like to survive cancer and the ability to see how precious life is, it became easier to play her. ↗

— Jeanne Tripplehorn

#after #became #cancer #character #delved

It's a very salutary thing to realize that the rather dull universe in which most of us spend most of our time is not the only universe there is. I think it's healthy that people should have this experience. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#creativity #experience #psychedelics #visionary #art

I yet beseech your majesty,-- If for I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not; since what I well intend, I'll do't before I speak,--that you make known It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step, That hath deprived me of your grace and favour; But even for want of that for which I am richer, A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue As I am glad I have not, though not to have it Hath lost me in your liking. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#king-lear #art

Tata profeţeşte, în continuare, aghezmuind cu pensula de vopsea. Zice că dacă au desfiinţat Şcoala Blajului, azi-mâine - or să desfiinţeze şi Biserica Unită, cine să-i împiedice, ba chiar o să le sară în ajutor Sfânta Biserică Ortodoxă, crezînd că astfel are să întoarcă la turmă oiţele rătăcite la 1700... Mai zice tata ce-a mai zis, că vrem, nu vrem, greco-catolicii ardeleni ne-au învăţat carte - din păcate nu ăi pe noi, Basarabenii, căzuţi sub Ruşi. Ne ţine tata, pentru a nu ştiu câta oară, conferinţă cu Şcoala Ardeleană şi zice că, de n-ar fi fost papistaşii Maior, Micu, Şincai, şi în ziua de azi ar fi moţăit Românul la umbră turcească, neînstare să se apere măcar de muştele care-i intrau în gură; ar fi pirotit şi-acum pe ceardac, pufăind din narghilè şi horpăind, în somn, din cahfè... ↗

— Paul Goma

#goma #rusi #scoala-ardeleana #art