#err

I think my favorite place to eat dinner is the movie theater. Dirty dogs, a big thing of nachos and a Cherry Coke - and I'm good. ↗

— Chris Kirkpatrick

#big thing #cherry #coke #dinner #dirty

I don't know to what extent someone can BECOME an artist - you either are or you aren't - and if you are you'll HAVE to make your way to some kind of sickly light, no matter how terrible the soil you were seeded in your nature will out somehow. ↗

— David Knopfler

#become #either #extent #how #i

I felt like a loser. I was unhappy as a child most of the time. We were terribly poor and I hated my size. ↗

— Don Knotts

#felt #hated #i #like #loser

In those days I was terrible at athletics and never made a team, but quite easily led my class in academics. ↗

— William Standish Knowles

#athletics #class #days #easily #i

It is better to err on the side of daring than the side of caution. ↗

— Alvin Toffler

#caution #daring #err #side #than

While I drew, and wept along with the terrified children I was drawing, I really felt the burden I am bearing. I felt that I have no right to withdraw from the responsibility of being an advocate. ↗

— Kathe Kollwitz

#along #am #bearing #being #burden

I remember being an art student and going to the Whitney in 1974 to see the exhibition of Jim Nutt, the Chicago imagist. It was then I transferred to school in Chicago, all because of that show. ↗

— Jeff Koons

#art student #because #being #chicago #exhibition

I do give books as gifts sometimes, when people would rather have one than a new Ferrari. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#ferrari #gifts #give #i #i do

Just look at this life: the insolence and idleness of the strong, the ignorance and brutishness of the weak, impossible poverty all around us, overcrowding, degeneracy, drunkenness, hypocrisy, lies...Yet in all the houses and streets it's quiet, peaceful; of the fifty thousand people who live in town there is not one who would cry out or become loudly indignant. We see those who go to the market to buy food, eat during the day, sleep during the night, who talk their nonsense, get married, grow old, complacently drag their dead to the cemetery; but we don't see or hear those who suffer, and the horrors of life go on somewhere behind the scenes. Everything is quiet, peaceful, and only mute statistics protest: so many gone mad, so many buckets drunk, so many children dead of malnutrition... And this order is obviously necessary; obviously the happy man feels good only because the unhappy bear their burden silently, and without that silence happiness would be impossible. It's a general hypnosis. At the door of every happy, contented man somebody should stand with a little hammer, constantly tapping, to remind him that unhappy people exist, that however happy he may be, sooner or later life will show him its claws, some calamity will befall him--illness, poverty, loss--and nobody will hear or see, just as he doesn't hear or see others now. But there is nobody with a little hammer, the happy man lives on, and the petty cares of life stir him only slightly, as wind stirs an aspen--and everything is fine. ↗

— Anton Chekhov

#food

I like to deal with EVERY aspect of our condition, and that means terror and humor in equal mix. Some books have more room for humor than others. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#books #condition #deal #equal #every