#us

Quick dinner with ... Ang [Lee] and his wife Jane who's visiting with the children for a while. We talked about her work as a microbiologist and the behaviour of the epithingalingie under the influence of cholesterol. She's fascinated by cholesterol. Says it's very beautiful: bright yellow. She says Ang is wholly uninterested. He has no idea what she does. I check this out for myself. 'What does Jane do?' I ask. 'Science,' he says vaguely. ↗

— Emma Thompson

#cholesterol #disparate-interests #husbands #lack-of-interest #married-couples

Quince reaches me, and instead of wrapping me in a hug like I expect, he reaches for my hair. I try to swim back, away from the near-desperate look in his eyes, afraid that he’s going to fail the test. He tugs something from my hair. I look down and see a Padina antillarum—a beautiful little seaweed shaped like ginkgo leaves—in his hand. And it’s glowing. “You,” he says with an explosive grin. “You are the sixteenth object. ↗

— Tera Lynn Childs

#just-for-fins #tera-lynn-childs #beauty

You look-" -cut off by Nina saying "Ridiculous, I know."- "I was going to say beautiful. ↗

— Fabina

#house-of-anubis #beauty

9. The Moon Cannot Be Stolen Ryokan, a Zen master, lived the simplest kind of life in a little hut at the foot of the mountain. One evening a thief visited the hut only to discover there was nothing in it to steal. Ryokan returned and caught him. "You may have come a long way to visit me," he told the prowler, "and you should not return empty-handed. Please take my clothes as a gift." Ryokan sat naked, watching the moon. "Poor fellow," he mused, "I wish I could give him this beautiful moon. ↗

— Nyogen Senzaki

#zen-flesh-zen-bones #beauty

Judgment is not my business. Existing is my business. ↗

— Twyla Tharp

#existing #judgment

So, really," continued Jacob as if this were perfectly normal to expound on art in these circumstances, "when you think about it, the artists who make people stop and think, who push the form, who make you uncomfortable, who are laughable, well, they're the ones who get remembered." Idly, Jacob dug a hole in the snow with his shovel and then another one next to it. "So why wouldn't you want to join the ranks of the ridiculed? ↗

— Justina Chen

#artists #laughable #memorable-works #pushing-the-limits #ridicule

Death is a force, not a man in a horse ↗

— Dry the River

#music #beauty

My conception of New York City came from rap music. I envisioned it as a place where people shot each other on the street and got away with it; no one walked on the streets, rather people drove in their sports cars looking for nightclubs and for violence. ↗

— Ishmael Beah

#music

The redheaded homicide detective stepped through the door at 7:30 A.M. and out into the August heat that already had reached 88 degrees. By noon the temperature would hit 100, and by two or three o'clock it would be hovering around 105. Frayed nerves would then start to snap and produce a marked increase in the detective's business. Breadknife weather, the detective thought. Breadknives in the afternoon. ↗

— Ross Thomas

#business

Everyone wants to beat us. So you can never take a single game lightly. ↗

— Jim Otto

#everyone #game #lightly #never #never take