To be faire, I think we're all idiots!
Raymond in those days spoke French and English, too, with a crack in each. His English belonged to a subdivision of Catholic Montreal – a bit Irish sounding but thinner than any tone you might hear in Dublin. His French vocabulary was drawn from conversations with his mother and aunt, and should have been full…
Monsieur Ibrahim avait toujours été vieux. Unanimement, de mémoire de rue Bleue et de rue du Faubourg-Possonnière, on avait toujours vu monsieur Ibrahim dans son épicerie, de huit heures du matin au milieu de la nuit, arc-bouté entre sa caisse et les produits d’entretien, une jambe dans l’allée, l’autre sous les boîtes d’allumettes, une blouse…
When we started our band, I’d hand out flyers to strangers on the street and they’d literally throw them back in my face. (We eventually started printing them on lighter card stock.) From the book Weird War One: The Antihero’s Guide to Surviving Everyday Life by Mat Devine Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week,…
It takes a lot of guts to stop measuring things that are measurable, and even more guts to create things that don’t measure well by conventional means. From Measuring nothing (with great accuracy) by Seth Godin Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering…
He was completely interested in humanizing technology. What something should be was always the starting point for his designs. From Jony Ive: The Genious Behind Apple’s Greatest Products by Leander Kahney Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.
If you keep giving me these eyes that note all the details – if you tell me the lawn is manicured but you dont’t tell me that it makes your character both deeply happy and slightly anxious – then I’m a little bit frustrated with you. I want a story that’ll pull me in. I…
It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing. From The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.
“Queenie parted her lips, hunting for the next intake of air. And when it didn’t come, but something else did, it was as easy as breathing.”