“If you think that happiness means total peace, you will never be happy. Peace comes from the acceptance of the part of you that can never be at peace.”
– Joss Whedon gave an interesting commencement address this year. (via wnycradiolab)
“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we were walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton GreeneBeautiful story.
“Selling out is usually more a matter of buying in. Sell out, and you’re really buying into someone else’s system of values, rules and rewards.”
“For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives
In the valley of its making where executives
Would never want to tamper, flows on south
From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs,
Raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives,
A way of happening, a mouth.”– From W. H. Auden’s In Memory of W. B. Yeats (via kaschisms)
“I have these dreams, you know, that I’m standing on a platform, and you keep going by on a train. And you go by, and you go by, and you go by, you go by. And I wake up with the fucking sweats, you know. And then I have this other dream, oh, where you’re pregnant in bed beside me naked. And I want so badly to touch you, but you tell me not to, and then you look away. And I touch you anyway, right on your ankle, and your skin is so soft that I wake up in sobs, all right, and my wife is sitting there looking at me, and I feel like I’m a million miles from her. And I know that there’s something wrong, you know, that I can’t keep living like this, that there’s gotta be something more to love than commitment. But then I think that I might’ve given up on the whole idea of romantic love, that I might have put it to bed that day when you weren’t there. You know, I think I might’ve done that.”
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Be realistic, ask the impossible.
Put even more beautifully: Imagine immensities.
“Better the hard truth, I say, than the comforting fantasy.”
– Carl Sagan (via we-are-star-stuff)
“Would you convey my compliments to the purist who reads your proofs and tell him or her that I write in a sort of broken-down patois which is something like the way a Swiss waiter talks, and that when I split an infinitive, God damn it, I split it so it will stay split, and when I interrupt the velvety smoothness of my more or less literate syntax with a few sudden words of barroom vernacular, this is done with the eyes wide open and the mind relaxed but attentive.”
– Raymond Chandler vs. Atlantic proofreader (via explore-blog)
What Kind of Fool Am I? - Bill Evans
From “The Complete Riverside Recordings”
This song makes me feel like I believe in things.
