August 28th, 2014
All over America, people were pulling credentials out of their pockets and sticking them under someone else’s nose to prove they had been somewhere or done something.
William S. Burroughs, And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks
August 23rd, 2014
August 19th, 2014
What is the explanation of it all?
What does it look like to a learned man?
Nothings in nothings whirled, or when he will.
From nowhere unto nowhere nothings run.
W.B. Yeats
August 16th, 2014
Songs of beauty may go unheard, heroic deaths unsung, beautiful flowers like the Rhodora unseen—by men; but life records them, the universe recognizes them, and the existence of these things, though obscure to men, are necessary to themselves and thus adds to the rich stores of human achievement.
Jack Kerouac, Post-Fatalism (Bastille Day, July 14, 1943)
August 12th, 2014


RIP Robin Williams

(via hogwartsforeverhome)

August 10th, 2014
August 7th, 2014
Every act of perception, is to some degree an act of creation, and every act of memory is to some degree an act of imagination.
Oliver Sacks
August 5th, 2014
August 3rd, 2014
Too often we hold fast to the clichés of our forebears. We subject all facts to a prefabricated set of interpretations. We enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought.
John F. Kennedy
August 2nd, 2014