#ric

The most important thing for everyone in Gringolandia is to have ambition and become 'somebody,' and frankly, I don't have the least ambition to become anybody. ↗

— Frida Kahlo

#america #fame #fame

…sense of futility that comes from doing anything merely to prove to yourself that you can do it: having a child, climbing a mountain, making some sexual conquest, committing suicide. The marathon is a form of demonstrative suicide, suicide as advertising: it is running to show you are capable of getting every last drop of energy out of yourself, to prove it… to prove what? That you are capable of finishing. Graffiti carry the same message. They simply say: I’m so-and-so and I exist! They are free publicity for existence. Do we continually have to prove to ourselves that we exist? A strange sign of weakness, harbinger of a new fanaticism for a faceless performance, endlessly self-evident. ↗

— Jean Baudrillard

#jean-baudrillard #sociology #advertising

Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon; How much it can fill your room depends on its windows. ↗

— Rumi

#metaphysics #rumi #metaphysics

Well, actually it carried Cadmus. Europa fell off and died along the way, but that's not important.' It was probably important to her. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#rick-riordan #sea-of-monsters #monsters

As the water pounded on my back, I reflected that I must be pretty simple. It didn't take much to make me happy. A long night with a dead guy had done the trick. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#reflection

America's health care system is second only to Japan, Canada, Sweden, Great Britain, well ... all of Europe. But you can thank your lucky starts we don't live in Paraguay! ↗

— Matt Groening

#health-care #japan

We all have moments of weakness. It’s how we recover from them that really counts. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#georgina-kincaid #richelle-mead #succubus-blues #weakness

I want pancakes.” “What? Right now?” “No. For breakfast.” “Oh.” He yawned. “You’d better get up early then.” “Me? I’m not going to make them.” “Yeah?” His sleepy voice carried mock sympathy. “Who’s going to make them for you then?” “You are.” “Am I? You think I’m going to make you pancakes? Is that how you think it’s going to be?" "You’re so good at,” I whined. “Besides, if you do, I’ll sit on the counter in a short robe while you cook.” His soft laughter segued into another yawn. “Oh. Well then.” He kissed my ear again. “Maybe I’ll make you pancakes. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #succubus-on-top #laughter

It was Eric's voice not Simon's, on the recorded message. “Ladies, ladies ” he said. Though it was the millionth time she’d heard the recording, Clary couldn't help rolling her eyes. “If you've reached this message that means our boy Simon is out partying. But please don’t fight among yourselves. There’s always enough Simon to go around.” There was a muffled yell, some laughter, and then the long sound of the beep. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-glass-outtake #eric #mortal-instruments #simon-lewis #laughter

I had the notion that I wanted to write the great dirty American novel, so I went to Roanoke College on the GI Bill. ↗

— Tom T. Hall

#bill #college #dirty #great #had