#pac

I think you have a pact with an audience in every picture, and I think the pact is to try and be truthful and to be real. ↗

— James L. Brooks

#be real #every #i #i think #pact

Eventually there are going to be cities in space. ↗

— Alan Bean

#eventually #going #space

Whoever had said in the guidebooks that the bum bag was a sensible device against theft had lied; no single item of dressware ever invented cried out "mug me" more than a pouch of zip-up plastic suspended by your groin. ↗

— Kate Griffin

#fanny-pack #humor #kate-griffin #the-midnight-mayor #humor

Pacifists are like sheep who believe that wolves are vegetarians. ↗

— Yves Montand

#like #pacifists #sheep #vegetarians #who

The truth is usually just an excuse for a lack of imagination. ↗

— Garak

#imagination

Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape. ↗

— Bell Hooks

#giving-others-space #love #manners #self-care #self-confidence

Fleshers used to spin fantasies about aliens arriving to ‘conquer’ Earth, to steal their ‘precious’ physical resources, to wipe them out for fear of ‘competition’…as if a species capable of making the journey wouldn’t have had the power, or the wit, or the imagination, to rid itself of obsolete biological imperatives. Conquering the Galaxy is what bacteria with spaceships would do – knowing no better, having no choice. ↗

— Greg Egan

#sci-fi #science #science-fiction #space-exploration #imagination

Pacino's always played the suffering prince. I just find that interesting. ↗

— Jason Patric

#find #i #interesting #just #pacino

The stars up there at night are closer than you think. ↗

— Doug Dillon

#distance #existence #infinity #inspiration #space

I am a bomb but I mean you no harm. That I still am here to tell this, is a miracle: I was deployed on May 15, 1957, but I didn’t go off because a British nuclear engineer, a young father, developed qualms after seeing pictures of native children marveling at the mushrooms in the sky, and sabotaged me. I could see why during that short drop before I hit the atoll: the island looks like god’s knuckles in a bathtub, the ocean is beautifully translucent, corals glow underwater, a dead city of bones, allowing a glimpse into a white netherworld. I met the water and fell a few feet into a chromatic cemetery. The longer I lie here, listening to my still functioning electronic innards, the more afraid I grow of detonating after all this time. I don’t share your gods, but I pray I shall die a silent death. ↗

— Marcus Speh

#humanity #inspirational #literary #pacific-islands #speh