#so

Physical objects are conceptually imported into the situation as convenient intermediaries not by definition in terms of experience, but simply as irreducible posits comparable, epistemologically, to the gods of Homer . . . For my part I do, qua lay physicist, believe in physical objects and not in Homer's gods; and I consider it a scientific error to believe otherwise. But in point of epistemological footing, the physical objects and the gods differ only in degree and not in kind. Both sorts of entities enter our conceptions only as cultural posits. ↗

— W.V.O. Quine

#science #experience

I would love to do more movies. I'd like to get into some theater, too, if I could, just to learn more. I want to do gritty performances that I'm proud of. It doesn't matter to me if four people see it or millions of people see it, as long as I perform in such a way that people go, 'Wow!' ↗

— Jason Dohring

#four #get #go #gritty #i

It is not fun singing about losing somebody like that, but at the same time it was easy to write because the memories were so real and vivid and so much a part of who I am. ↗

— Vince Gill

#am #because #easy #fun #i

The true harbinger of spring is not crocuses or swallows returning to Capistrano, but the sound of the bat on the ball. ↗

— Bill Veeck

#bat #harbinger #returning #sound #spring

I'm off to save the universe again. It's a tough job but someone has to do it, and I'm glad it's me. ↗

— Lexa Doig

#glad #i #job #me #off

Why love the boy in a March field with his kite braving the sky? Because our fingers burn with the hot string singeing our hands. Why love some girl viewed from a train bent to a country well? The tongue remembers iron water cool on some long lost noon. Why weep at strangers dead by the road? They resemble friends unseen in forty years. Why laugh when clowns are hot by pies? We taste custard we taste life. Why love the woman who is your wife? Her nose breathes the air of a world that I know; therefore I love that nose. Her ears hear music I might sing half the night through; therefore I love her ears. Her eyes delight in seasons of the land; and so I love those eyes. Her tongue knows quince, peach, chokeberry, mint and lime; I love to hear it speaking. Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain. Shared and once again shared experience. Billions of prickling textures. Cut one sense away, cut part of life away. Cut two senses; life halves itself on the instant. We love what we know, we love what we are. Common cause, common cause, common cause of mouth, eye, ear, tongue, hand, nose, flesh, heart, and soul. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#experience

The thing about Canada is, you're not really considered a Canadian actor unless you do something with the CBC. ↗

— Lexa Doig

#actor #canada #canadian #considered #really

So I didn't have anything to do with picking the songs, but I got to musically take them in places I thought might be interesting, so it was a real neat collaboration among the three of us. ↗

— Vince Gill

#anything #collaboration #got #i #interesting

You learn a whole lot more about a person if they have bad breaks and all those kind of things. ↗

— Vince Gill

#bad #breaks #kind #learn #lot

And so it was interesting for me to find myself very enamored of a Republican president, but Ronald Reagan was someone I thought captured the spirit of America. ↗

— Ed Gillespie

#captured #enamored #find #i #interesting