#mer

As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron. ↗

— H.L. Mencken

#elite #elitism #elitist #meritocracy #politics

I'm a bit retarded, like most Americans. ↗

— Henry Miller

#cancer

The camera has always been a guide, and it's allowed me to see things and focus on things that maybe an average person wouldn't even notice. ↗

— Don Chadwick

#focus #photography #seeing #vision #photography

Wolves eat coyotes," Gordon said[...] If he weren't an old man, I had some rude things I could have said to that. "Yes," observed Adam blandly. "I do." Yep. That was the one that came to mind. And he didn't even blush when he said it. Maybe Gordon would miss the double entendre. But he grinned cheerfully at Adam. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#werewolf #observation

Poor is the man whose pleasure depends on the permission of another. ↗

— Madonna

#masdonna #mercy #poor

The main courtyard was filled with warriors - mermen with fish tails from the waist down and human bodies from the waist up, except their skin was blue, which I'd never known before.Some were tending the wounded. Some were sharpening spears and swords. One passed us, swimming in a hurry. His eyes were bright green, like that stuff they put in glo-sticks, and his teeth were shark teeth. They don't show you stuff like that in "The Little Mermaid. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#little-mermaid #mermen #percy-jackson #warrior #fighting

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#bradbury #summer #flowers

Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair... ↗

— Susan Polis Schutz

#flowers #happiness #happy #joy #summer

Mercy," he mumbled. "What the hell did you do to my French Roast? ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#mercy-thompson #moon-called #coffee

Drink it,” I told her. “It’s good for what ails you. Caffeine and sugar. I don’t drink it, so I ran over to your house and stole the expensive stuff in your freezer. It shouldn’t be that bad. Samuel told me to make it strong and pour sugar into it. It should taste sort of like bitter syrup.” She gave me a smile smile, then a bigger one, and plugged her nose before she drank it down in one gulp. “Next time," she said in a hoarse voice, “I make the coffee. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#moon-called #coffee