#not

It's hard to really articulate what the parameters are that make one song parody-able and another song not, but if I can come up with a good enough idea for it, I go for it, and if not, then I have to move on. ↗

— Al Yankovic

#articulate #come #enough #go #go for it

I think it is probably more important to attend specialized conventions for a journeyman writer than any other, but it's useful at all stages of a career, if for nothing else, to find out how the industry is working at any given time. ↗

— Chelsea Quinn Yarbro

#attend #career #conventions #else #find

Why do they call it rush hour when nothing moves? ↗

— Robin Williams

#call #hour #moves #nothing #rush

My upbringing did not create a healthy affection for confrontation. I'd love it if everyone always got along, and nothing ever got tense. ↗

— Trisha Yearwood

#along #always #confrontation #create #did

You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland's history in their lineaments trace; think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#begins #book #come #do not judge #ends

Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#asleep #books #conversation #dead #design

Man can embody truth but he cannot know it. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#embody #know #man #truth

So with truth - there is a certain moment when one can say, this is the truth and here I put a dot, a stop, and I go to another thing. A judge has to put an end to a deliberation. But for a historian, there's never an end to the past. It can go on and on and on. ↗

— A. B. Yehoshua

#certain #deliberation #dot #end #go

Like that breeder-woman sitting at the bar, who thinks it's a buzz to go into a gay joint and has no doubt heard somewhere that this is one. Her lurid get-up's a joke, ludicrous. She's the type who dons the camouflage-green combat trousers, wraps a bandanna around her head and paints herself with black lipstick, imagining all the lesbians in the joint'll have the hots for her. Not so much imagining as secretly hoping. Naturally, no one goes and sits with her. She's been here before, and everyone gives the ice-cold shoulder, yet she still turns up again and again. Someone might argue we're zoo animals for her. But I've another theory. For her, we're noble savages, a kind of grey area outside the respectable, minutely organized community, an untamed wilderness it takes a lot of guts to step into. But if you do dare, there's a glorious smell of freedom floating around your trousers and giving the finger to society, making whoever an instant anarchist. Certainly, for her, coming here is like putting a washable tattoo on your shoulder : there's the thrill of deviance with none of the dull commitment - and she'll never have to wonder whether she's too weird to be seen out before dark. ↗

— Johanna Sinisalo

#glbtq #herbert-lomas-translation #heteronormativity #lesbians #not-before-sundown

Nothing liberates our greatness like the desire to help, the desire to serve. ↗

— Marianne Williamson

#greatness #help #liberates #like #nothing