#ture

Fame is simply an imbalance between inbound and outbound attention. ↗

— Clay Shirky

#entertainment #popculture #communication

Is this your first case?' This from the ugliest person Winter had ever seen. His face resembled five pounds of meat loaf molded by an arthritic potter. ↗

— Åke Edwardson

#scandinavian-literature #death

Magistrate: May I die a thousand deaths ere I obey one who wears a veil! Lysistrata: If that's all that troubles you, here take my veil, wrap it round your head, and hold your tounge. Then take this basket; put on a girdle, card wool, munch beans. The War shall be women's business. ↗

— Aristophanes

#feminism #gender-roles #greek-literature #pacifism #war

He that has an ear let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches: he who overcomes will not be hurt of the second death. -Revelation 2:11 ↗

— Anonymous

#death

Being shaken to death by a Hawaiian tourist look-alike was not how Arena imagined her death. ↗

— Lynn Blackmar

#adventure #espionage #spy #surfing #teenage-spies

Since the Renaissance, Shakespeare, Rembrandt, Mozart, and a host of others have shown that this religious dimension can be experienced and communicated apart from any religious context. But that is no reason for closing my heart to Job's cry, or to Jeremiah's, or to the Second Isaiah. I do not read them as mere literature; rather, I read Sophocles and Shakespeare with all my being, too. ↗

— Walter Kaufmann

#religious #communication

My father was king of the guidebooks and our holidays were always planned, taking us from a great gallery to an ace cafe to a beautiful view. And as an actor, I loathe improvisation because there's no structure and no one knows what's going on. ↗

— Olivia Williams

#actor #always #beautiful #because #cafe

There's a bug inside you. Growing in you, eating everything you've forced yourself to forget, everything you don't want to think about. Your bug will decide your fate one day. And... chances are, you will die because of it. ↗

— Kouhei Kadono

#fate #future #death

Adrenaline rampaged through his body like a powerful surge of electricity, shorting his motherboard, wiping his organic hard-drive clean, leaving behind a single line of undeletable code; code that was hardwired into our basest, most primordial core, code that dictated every breath, every step, and had remained unchanged since the conception of time itself… Survive, no matter the cost. Kill or be killed. And here, on that primitive plain, there was no fear, no doubt, no guilt, no shame. All that was left was him, and them. A battle to the death—modern day gladiators, trading steel, blow for blow in a coliseum of ice at the top of the world. ↗

— Sean J. Quirk

#adventure #romance #sci-fi #death

He reminded me of one of those adventure seekers on TV. He hadn’t shaved in a few days at least, and his reddish hair was suffering from intense bed head. His Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts completed the look. I was inclined to ask him if he knew we were all marked for death or if he just thought he was taking a long cruise. ↗

— Jessica Fortunato

#death #death