#disco

Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America. ↗

— James Joyce

#because #christopher #columbus #discover #everyone

A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery. ↗

— James Joyce

#errors #genius #his #makes #man

There are numerous cases of that, where one of our writers discovers another writer whom he likes, and we then take that book on. So it's a very close relationship. We can do that because we're so small. ↗

— James Laughlin

#because #book #cases #close #close relationship

The secret to discovery is to never believe existing facts. ↗

— Bryant H. McGill

#discovery #existing #facts #never #secret

If you listen to the left track on their album, if you get The Best of the Mamas and Papas, you listen to the left track, you can still hear a little bit of my voice. My son discovered that once. ↗

— Barry McGuire

#best #bit #discovered #get #hear

A man has made at least a start on discovering the meaning of human life when he plants shade trees under which he knows full well he will never sit. ↗

— D. Elton Trueblood

#discovering #full #human #human life #knows

Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life. It is not something discovered: it is something molded. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupery

#each #him #himself #life #look

And so, given the musical sensibilities Hatcher treasured in his earthly life, it is hard to exaggerate the severity of his torture at standing naked in his tiny kitchen in Hell as former FBI director J. Edgar Hoover sings a Bee Gees disco song backed by a full studio orchestra and Robin and Maurice. ↗

— Robert Olen Butler

#disco #hell #j-edgar-hoover #life

When you are inquisitive, Jane, you always make me smile. You open your eyes like an eager bird, and make every now and then a restless movement, as if answers in speech did not flow fast enough for you, and you wanted to read the tablet of one's heart. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#heart #human-nature #inquisitive #learning #love

Somewhere in the center of my soul, a rusty chain began to unwind. It freed itself, link by link, from where it had rested, unobserved, waiting for him. My hands, which had been balled up and pressed against his chest, unfurled with it. The chain continued to drop, to an unfathomable depth where there was nothing but darkness and Matthew. At last it snapped to its full length, anchoring me to a vampire. Despite the manuscript, despite the fact that my hands contained enough voltage to run a microwave, and despite the photograph, as long as I was connected to him, I was safe. ↗

— Deborah Harkness

#matthew-clairmont #discovery