Vassily: My father says that the things you showed me are valueless, gewgaws and trinkets.
Peddler: …Value’s in what people think. Not in what’s real. Value’s in dreams, boy.
If you write, you must believe–in the truth and worth of the scrawl, in the ability of the reader to receive and decode the message. No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence, or whose attitude is patronizing.
The hostility to association of fine art with normal processes of living is a pathetic, even tragic, commentary on life as it is ordinarily lived.
Diotallevi and Belbo, both from Piedmont, often claimed that any good Piedmontese had the ability to listen politely, look you in the eye, and say “You think so?” in a tone of such apparent sincerity that you immediately felt his profound disapproval.
It is tempting with small cameras and roll films to make a great number of exposures to be “safe.” True, there will always be one that is better than the others, but that does not mean it is a good photograph! The best 35mm photographers I know are efficient and make relatively few exposures. They know what they want to do, and do not rely on the “scattered” approach.
Listening to nothing is more intriguing than listening for something.
Unlike contradictory or inconclusive studies of total fat, total cholesterol, and unsaturated fats, no published research paper has ever shown that trans fats are anything other than one of the most harmful products ever made.
excerpt from Paul Offitt’s book, Pandora’s Lab
… But even when they run at lightning speed, useless queries are always too slow: they waste resources that may be in short supply during peak activity.
“The blaze there has thawed all the snow from your cloak; by the same token, it has streamed on to my floor, and made it like a trampled street. As you hope ever to be forgiven, Mr. Rivers, the high crime and misdemeanor of spoiling a sanded kitchen, tell me what I wish to know.”
It really is a very odd business that all of us, to varying degrees, have music in our heads. If Arthur C. Clarke’s Overlords were puzzled when they landed on Earth and observed how much energy our species puts into making and listening to music, they would have been stupefied when they realized that, even in the absence of external sources, most of us are incessantly playing music in our heads.