#war

Well, I'm leaning probably toward the sciences like physics. ↗

— Amy Carter

#leaning #like #physics #probably #sciences

And you know what happened next in my dream? Dick Cheney and I said the same thing at the same time: "Well, we had a Cold War to win." And then I screamed at him: "I KNEW you would say that! You ALWAYS say that!" But then, since Cheney and I made the same remark at the same time, I realized he owed me a Coke. So I said, "Jinx! You owe me a Coke!" And Vice-President Dick Cheney smiled sheepishly. *Shudder*... I don't even DRINK coke. I tastes like robot sweat. ↗

— David Rees

#cold-war #david-rees #dick-cheney #jinx #robot

His dreams were full of bloodshed. He ran and ran, but wherever he fled, his mother's people and his father's people were in battle with each other. And then Shaftali and Sainnaite both turned on him crying out "No one of your heritage will ever cook for us!" "So what?" he replied, absurdly. "At the rate you're killing each other, there soon will be no one to cook for! ↗

— Laurie J. Marks

#dreams #war #dreams

We dream of it, then we try to write it - and all hell breaks loose ↗

— Scott Rosenberd

#dreams

We dream of a brighter future, quiet, adjust. But we open hidden doors, doors that destroy our world slowly piece by piece. War will be the end of the human race but even if some survive war will never end. ↗

— Wesley L Phelps

#dreams

...for all its apparent speed, the ship was almost perfectly silent, and he experienced an enervating, eerie feeling, as though the ancient warship, mothballed all those centuries, had somehow not yet fully woken up, and events within its sleek hull still moved to another, slower tempo, made half of dreams. ↗

— Iain Banks

#dreams #jernau-morat-gurgeh #made-half-of-dreams #mothballed #silence

Who you are is a mystery no one can answer, not even you. ↗

— Jamaica Kincaid

#mystery #self-awareness #life

In glades they meet skull after skull/Where pine-cones lay--the rusted gun,/Green shoes full of bones, the mouldering coat/And cuddled-up skeleton;/And scores of such. Some start as in dreams,/And comrades lost bemoan:/By the edge of those wilds Stonewall had charged--/But the Year and the Man were gone. ("The Armies of the Wilderness") ↗

— Herman Melville

#dreams

Right at the end of the war I wrote a piano sonata, which was written at a time when Sam Barber used to come down here and we used to have lunch together in a very nice old hotel that's now not there. ↗

— Elliott Carter

#come #down #end #here #hotel

The romance stuff is easy. A sex scene... that's hard, because you don't know what to do. Those scenes are awkward. ↗

— John Turturro

#because #easy #hard #know #romance