#stranger

Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives. ↗

— Marilyn Ferguson

#autobiographies #become #bodies #friends #lives

An overwhelming curiosity makes me ask myself what their lives might be like. I want to know what they do, where they're from, their names, what they're thinking about at that moment, what they regret, what they hope for, their past loves, their current dreams ... and if they happen to be women (especially the young ones) then the urge becomes intense. How quickly would you want to see her naked, admit it, and naked through to her heart. How you try to learn where she comes from, where she's going, why she's here and not elsewhere! While letting your eyes wander all over her, you imagine love affairs for her, you ascribe her deep feelings. You think of the bedroom she must have, and a thousand things besides ... right down to the battered slippers into which she must slip her feet when she gets out of bed. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#love #strangers #women #dreams

Strangers are exciting, their mystery never ends. But, there's nothing like looking at your own history in the faces of your friends. ↗

— Ani DiFranco

#exciting #faces #friends #history #like

Everybody has a language or code that they use with their wife or their girlfriend or boyfriend or what have you. It's a language aside from the language they have with strangers. I've always been maybe an abuser of alliteration, but I've always loved it and I like how those words sound together. ↗

— Ben Gibbard

#aside #been #boyfriend #code #everybody

I not only lived physically away from my native land, but the values and critical judgments of those closest to me became stranger and stranger. ↗

— Juan Goytisolo

#became #closest #critical #i #judgments

I'll be honest with you: not a chance in this world. But you know, stranger things have happened. ↗

— Stacy Keach

#happened #honest #i #know #stranger

Dr. Jules Hilbert: Hell Harold, you could just eat nothing but pancakes if you wanted. Harold Crick: What is wrong with you? Hey, I don't want to eat nothing but pancakes, I want to live! I mean, who in their right mind in a choice between pancakes and living chooses pancakes? Dr. Jules Hilbert: Harold, if you pause to think, you'd realize that that answer is inextricably contingent upon the type of life being led... and, of course, the quality of the pancakes. ↗

— Zach Helm

#ferrell #fiction #food #harold #helm

I used to get a sort of sociophobia, and I still get it sometimes these days when I'm in a confined space with too many people. It's not like I freak out or anything, it's just that I'm far more comfortable in my own company sometimes than being surrounded by one thousand strangers. ↗

— Ryan Kwanten

#being #comfortable #company #confined #confined space

The thing that influenced me most in relation to 'Nanny McPhee' were the Westerns I watched with my father. All the Spaghetti Westerns; all the Virginians; all the High Chaparrals. Because if you think about the form, it's a stranger from out of town. ↗

— Emma Thompson

#because #father #form #high #i

In the voyeurism of Reality TV, the viewer's passivity is kept intact, pampered and massaged and force-fed Chicken McNuggets of carefully edited snippets that permit him or her to sit in easy judgment and feel superior at watching familiar strangers make fools of themselves. Reality TV looks in only one direction: down. ↗

— James Wolcott

#chicken #direction #down #easy #edited