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When you can't do something truly useful, you tend to vent the pent up energy in something useless but available, like snappy dressing. ↗

— Lois McMaster Bujold

#dressing #energy #like #pent #snappy

We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#bar #bunch #dice #drunks #history

I would be married, but I'd have no wife, I would be married to a single life. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#life #married #single #single life #wife

My sisters and I were fortunate to travel through Asia and Europe at very young ages. We confronted extraordinary beauty in Athens and unspeakable poverty in India. ↗

— Mary Chapin Carpenter

#asia #athens #beauty #confronted #europe

So I came home and I had a resume and everything, but the only job experience I had was just playing in bars and clubs on my summers off. So, I was temping and stuff during the day and playing music at night. ↗

— Mary Chapin Carpenter

#came #clubs #day #during #everything

I've been working in Haiti 28 years - I thought I'd sort of seen it... I've gone through a number of coups, the storms of 2008, I thought, you know, that I'd seen things as bad as they were going to get, and I was wrong. ↗

— Paul Farmer

#been #coups #get #going #gone

For Mythology is the handmaid of literature; and literature is one of the best allies of virtue and promoters of happiness. ↗

— Thomas Bulfinch

#best #handmaid #happiness #literature #mythology

One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible labor. To contemplate is to toil, to think is to do. The crossed arms work, the clasped hands act. The eyes upturned to Heaven are an act of creation. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#arms #because #both #contemplate #creation

The other classes of which society was composed were, first, freemen, owners of small portions of land, independent, though they sometimes voluntarily became the vassals of their more opulent neighbors, whose power was necessary for their protection. ↗

— Thomas Bulfinch

#classes #composed #first #freemen #independent

The whole island was exactly what a kid growing up in some trailer park--say some dump like Tecumseh Lake, Georgia--would dream about. This kid would turn out all the lights in the trailer while her mom was at work. She'd lie down flat on her back, on the matted-down orange shag carpet in the living room. The carpet smelling like somebody stepped in a dog pile. The orange melted black in spots from cigarette burns. The ceiling was water-stained. she'd fold her arms across her chest, and she could picture life in this kind of place. It would be that time--late at night--when your ears reach out for any sound. When you can see more with your eyes closed than open. The fish skeleton. From the first time she held a crayon, that's what she'd draw. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#dreams