#ere

I think music has gone through a period of something very severe, rather radical, rather the way painting did with cubism. ↗

— Harrison Birtwistle

#did #gone #i #i think #music

I don't know how it happened. Through the din of the crowd, I heard this tiny scream. As small and distant as it was, it was like thunder in my head.' He looked up at me. Some of the blood had drained from his face making the dark circles under his eyes more pronounced. 'I knew it was you. I don't know how or why, but I knew it was you. ↗

— Tess Oliver

#werewolves #young-adult #werewolves

As an opener, I'd like to state that elves are certainly NOT cliché. It doesn't matter if they all have pointy ears, or they all live a long time, or even if they all like forests. It doesn't matter if they're short or tall or both. It doesn't matter if they're related to forest spirits or even angels. Regardless of how many elves are like one another or how many elves appear in how many books, elves are NOT cliché. Why? Well, for one, an elf is a creature. How can a creature be a cliché? Is a human cliché? They certainly do appear in a lot of books! How about dragons? Now there's a popular subject! Are dragons cliché as well? Well what about vampires too? Or werewolves? Or bats? Or rabbits? Or mice? Or owls? Or crows? Cats?? ↗

— Robert Fanney

#elves #werewolves

Importantly, in the 1930s, in the Great Depression, the Federal Reserve, despite its mandate, was quite passive and, as a result, financial crisis became very severe, lasted essentially from 1929 to 1933. ↗

— Ben Bernanke

#crisis #depression #despite #essentially #federal

Do you realize if it weren't for Edison we'd be watching TV by candlelight? ↗

— Al Boliska

#candlelight #edison #realize #tv #watching

Pain, too, comes from depths that cannot be revealed. We do not know whether those depths are in ourselves or elsewhere, in a graveyard, in a scarcely dug grave, only recently inhabited by withered flesh. This truth, which is banal enough, unravels time and the face, holds up a mirror to me in which I cannot see myself without being overcome by a profound sadness that undermines one's whole being. The mirror has become the route through which my body reaches that state, in which it is crushed into the ground, digs a temporary grave, and allows itself to be drawn by the living roots that swarm beneath the stones. It is flattened beneath the weight of that immense sadness which few people have the privilege of knowing. So I avoid mirrors. ↗

— Tahar Ben Jelloun

#eating-disorder #eating-disorders #mirrors #poetry #self-esteem

Impiety. Your irreverence toward my deity. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#impiety #irreverence #toward #your

The orbit of human vision has widened and art has annexed fresh territories that were formerly denied to it. ↗

— Max Bill

#art #denied #formerly #fresh #human

The opera tells the story with all the built-in contradictions and from many different angles. ↗

— Harrison Birtwistle

#built-in #contradictions #different #different angles #many

Disapproval of homosexuality cannot justify invading the houses, hearts and minds of citizens who choose to live their lives differently. ↗