#lan

I'm a professor of media studies as well as humanities, and I'm an evangelist of popular culture, but when there's only media, then there's going to be a slow debasement of language, and that's what I think we're fighting. ↗

— Camille Paglia

#fighting #going #humanities #i #i think

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

When humor can be made to alternate with melancholy, one has a success, but when the same things are funny and melancholic at the same time, it's just wonderful. ↗

— Francois Truffaut

#funny #humor #just #made #melancholy

A programming language is low level when its programs require attention to the irrelevant. ↗

— Alan Perlis

#irrelevant #language #level #low #programming

The eyes of the cheerful and of the melancholy man are fixed upon the same creation; but very different are the aspects which it bears to them. ↗

— Albert Pike

#bears #cheerful #creation #different #eyes

Oh, the ignorance of us upon whom Providence did not sufficiently smile to permit us to be born in New England. ↗

— Horace Porter

#did #england #ignorance #new #new england

It used to be that if you had a pretty good record, you could stop by a station in Little Rock or Atlanta and let the DJ listen to it. No way something like that can happen now. ↗

— Charley Pride

#could #dj #good #good record #had

There's a lot of melancholy in my tracks. ↗

— Richard D. James

#melancholy #tracks

Plans never go as planned, ever; that’s just how life is. People spend way too much time dreaming about a future they should be having more nightmares warning them against. But that doesn't mean you should let those bad dreams scare you away; all those nightmares want is respect. If you give them that, they’ll give you the space you need. Unless, of course, they’re the type of nightmares that have an appetite, then you’re fucked. ↗

— Dave Matthes

#death #dreams #fear #future #growing-up

Gavin stood within the trees, observing her from the shadows. He watched the basket rise to her nose as she closed her eyes to sniff at its contents. A smile told him it smelled delicious, but she didn’t open the container to pinch off a sample. Instead, the basket lowered to swing at her side as it had previously done. All at once the air was filled with soft singing--a sweet, merry tune comprised of ludicrous lyrics. It was impossible not to grin at the words. “Rainbows paint the sky ‘til the sun melts their colors. Swinging in the wind, whiskered cattails purr. The pigs gallop by and snort at the moon, While frogs kiss the lizards and princesses too.” ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#dreamland #dreams #gavin #richelle #richelle-goodrich