#rip

Lady Moon rose an' gazed o'er my busted'n'beautsome Valleys with silv'ry'n'sorryin' eyes, an' the dingos mourned for the died uns. ↗

— David Mitchell

#death #description #destruction #moon #mourning

He looked as if he had been beaten to death with a wine bottle, but by doing it with the contents of the bottle. ↗

— Richard Brautigan

#description #wine #wine-bottle #death

Forgiveness isn’t something I’m preoccupied with — turning the other cheek isn’t my trip. ↗

— Karl Lagerfeld

#designer #forgive #forgiveness #karl-lagerfeld #past

We see a lot of feature-driven product design in which the cost of features is not properly accounted. Features can have a negative value to customers because they make the products more difficult to understand and use. We are finding that people like products that just work. It turns out that designs that just work are much harder to produce that designs that assemble long lists of features. ↗

— Douglas Crockford

#philosophy #programming #simplicity #software-development #design

My kids are fanatical about 'Scooby-Doo,' and I think that the creators of 'Scooby-Doo' somehow tripped across some kind of magical hypnotic formula that lures children. It's far more fascinating to them than anything else on the air. ↗

— Dave Willis

#across #air #anything #children #creators

We don't mind being ripped apart, but don't rip the songs apart. They're like our kids. ↗

— Maurice Gibb

#being #kids #like #mind #our

You may not be able to read a doctor's handwriting and prescription, but you'll notice his bills are neatly typewritten. ↗

— Earl Wilson

#able #bills #doctor #handwriting #his

Take that rage, put it on a page, take the page to the stage, blow the roof off the place. ↗

— The Script

#music #rage #singing #the-script #writing

Stranger, think long before you enter, For these corridors amuse not passing travellers. But if you enter, keep your voice to yourself. Nor should you tinkle and toll your tongue. These columns rose not, for the such as you. But for those urgent pilgrim feet that wander On lonely ways, seeking the roots of rootless trees. The earth has many flowery roads; choose one That pleases your whim, and gods be with you. But now leave! - leave me to my dark green solitude Which like the deep dream world of the sea Has its moving shapes; corals; ancient coins; Carved urns and ruins of ancient ships and gods; And mermaids, with flowing golden hair That charm a patch of silent darkness Into singing sunlight. ↗

— G.A. Kulkarni

#dreams

You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling. ↗

— Eames

#inception-the-shooting-script #dreams