She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i’ the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? — William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene IV… Continue reading William Shakespeare
Finally, from so little sleeping and so much reading, his brain dried up and he went completely out of his mind. — Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote. Published by Francisco de Robles 1605 (Part One), 1615 (Part Two). Published in English 1612 (Part One), 1620 (Part Two).
History is the fiction we invent to persuade ourselves that events are knowable and that life has order and direction. That’s why events are always reinterpreted when values change. We need new versions of history to allow for our current prejudices. ― Bill Watterson, Homicidal Psycho Jungle Cat. (Andrews McMeel Publishing; Possible First edition, September… Continue reading Bill Watterson
Too weird to live, too rare to die! ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Random House November 11, 1971 and November 25, 1971 (magazine), July 1972 (book)
I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you,… Continue reading Nora Ephron
Whenever the sun is shining, I feel obligated to play outside! ― Charles M. Schulz, The Complete Peanuts, Vol. 1: 1950-1952. (Fantagraphics; First Edition edition, May 17, 2004)
Oh love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I’ll be anybody you want me to be. — Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters. (W. W. Norton & Company; First Edition ~1st Printing edition, June 11, 2012) Originally published September 17th 1999.