Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Alcohol is the anesthesia by which we endure the operation of life.
George Bernard Shaw

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive.
When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Laughter on American television has taken the place of the chorus in Greek tragedy. In other countries, the business of laughing is left to the viewers. Here, their laughter is put on the screen, integrated into the show. It is the screen that is laughing and having a good time. You are simply left alone with your consternation.

Jean Baudrillard

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Some time if we’re not yet,
if we’re not gone, if we’re not coming,
under seven layers of dust…
we’ll be together, love,
strangely confused together…

Pablo Neruda