#in

Democracy is supposed to give you the feeling of choice, like Painkiller X and Painkiller Y. But they're both just aspirin. ↗

— Gore Vidal

#both #choice #democracy #feeling #give

A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#devours #else #everything #frenzied #passion

The sad thing about artificial intelligence is that it lacks artifice and therefore intelligence. ↗

— Jean Baudrillard

#artifice #artificial #artificial intelligence #intelligence #lacks

An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures, but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all deformities and all disproportion. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#beauty #because #contains #deformities #disproportion

The insatiable thirst for everything which lies beyond, and which life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#everything #immortality #insatiable #lies #life

Driving is a spectacular form of amnesia. Everything is to be discovered, everything to be obliterated. ↗

— Jean Baudrillard

#discovered #driving #everything #form #obliterated

It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#each #ill #luck #misunderstanding #never

To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#handle #kind #language #practice #skillfully

I was beautiful; after all, my skin was as rich and dark as wet, brown mud, a complexion that any and every pale white girl would pray for - that is, if she believed in God. My butt sat high in the air and my hips obviously gave birth to Creation. Titties like mangoes, firm, sweet, and ready. My thighs and legs were big and powerful, kicking Vanna White and Cindy Crawford to the curb. ↗

— Sister Souljah

#confidence #femininity #self-worth #beauty

To be strong, and beautiful, and go round making music all the time. Yes, she could do that, and with a very earnest prayer Polly asked for the strength of an upright soul, the beauty of a tender heart, the power to make her life a sweet and stirring song, helpful while it lasted, remembered when it died. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#life #loving #strength-of-spirit #beauty