#ties

I had an epiphany a few years ago when I was out at a celebrity party and it suddenly dawned on me that I had yet to meet a celebrity who is as smart and interesting as any of my friends. ↗

— Moby

#epiphany #humor #humor

Love is a quality, not a quantity. ↗

— Vanna Bonta

#qualities-of-life #quality #life

I heard one presidential candidate say that what this country needed was a president for the nineties. I was set to run again. I thought he said a president IN his nineties. ↗

— Ronald Reagan

#nineties #president #humor

Eventually there are going to be cities in space. ↗

— Alan Bean

#eventually #going #space

Each of them had done their best. Matt was still his friend. For Meredith, maybe the day would come when she could look at him and not think “inhuman” — or at least not think it immediately and constantly. Maybe Bonnie, the moth, would be able to stay away from the unholy flame. Now, there was something to worry about. He could all too easily see Bonnie taking a walk on the very wild side with Damon. His brother had a soft spot for her already, she knew. But if either of them had a problem, he already knew what he had to do to find a plan for a solution. Just look up. ↗

— L.J. Smith

#faith #friendship #love #possibilities #faith

Genius is not a possession of the limited few, but exists in some degree in everyone. Where there is natural growth, a full and free play of faculties, genius will manifest itself. ↗

— Robert Henri

#everyone #exists #faculties #few #free

I have a habit of letting my imagination run away from me. It always comes back though . . . drenched with possibilities. ↗

— Valaida Fullwood

#imagination #imagine #possibilities #imagination

[I]t is the glory of London that it is always ending and beginning anew, and that a visitor, with a good eye and indefatigable feet, will find in her travels all the Londons she has ever met in the pages of books, one atop the other, like the strata of the Earth. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#cities #city-life #fictional-london #history #life

London opens to you like a novel itself. [...] It is divided into chapters, the chapters into scenes, the scenes into sentences; it opens to you like a series of rooms, door, passsage, door. Mayfair to Piccadilly to Soho to the Strand. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#geography #literary-london #london #metropolis #similes

Public transit situates us so that we are given license to accept what's right in front of us, but will likely arouse our desire to compare our narrative to someone else's, to give ourselves permission to speculate upon a person's private space, or life, with no fear of recourse or punishment. ↗

— Julie Wilson

#desire #imagination #narrative #public-transit #toronto