We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to...– Ray Bradbury (via psych-quotes)
My name is Rayleigh, and I am the scattered blue...
tempest-at-noon: Today, I am a physicist. My voice travels at three hundred and forty three meters per second, the speed of sound, and its frequency is ultrasonic. You cannot hear it, but it is there, just like everything on either side of the rainbow, because any physicist knows that even if you see chasmic voids of black or hear nothing but the rustling of your own skin, there is plenty before...
clumsyoctopus: you know movies like avatar where they travel to another planet and colonise it and terrorise the natives what if there was a movie where a bunch of explorers landed on another planet but it was more advance and they instantly got dragged to an immigration office and shouted at in a language they didnt understand and made to fill out a bunch of forms for like 6 hours and had...
Me: Hey Dad, apparently people think white Australians created Sorry Day.
My father: What? Fuck no.
Me: Yeah, there's this post right now about how it's some backwards apology for everything that happened.
My father: Uh, no. We created it as sorry business, [the Aboriginal ceremony of mourning for people who passed]. However, white politicians who couldn't understand that decided to get on board calling it "Sorry Day" as a way of apologising to us for what happened with kids being stolen.
Me: But it's not theirs.
My father: But it's not theirs, no.
Best Author-on-Author Insults In History
Virginia Woolf on James Joyce: [Ulysses is] the work of a queasy undergraduate scratching his pimples.
Harold Bloom on J.K. Rowling: How to read ‘Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone’? Why, very quickly, to begin with, and perhaps also to make an end. Why read it? Presumably, if you cannot be persuaded to read anything better, Rowling will have to do.
H. G. Wells on George Bernard Shaw: An idiot child screaming in a hospital.
Ralph Waldo Emerson on Jane Austen: Miss Austen’s novels . . . seem to me vulgar in tone, sterile in artistic invention, imprisoned in the wretched conventions of English society, without genius, wit, or knowledge of the world.
William Faulkner on Ernest Hemingway: He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.
Ernest Hemingway on William Faulkner: Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?
W. H. Auden on Robert Browning: I don’t think Robert Browning was very good in bed. His wife probably didn’t care for him very much. He snored and had fantasies about twelve-year-old girls.
Mark Twain on Jane Austen: Every time I read ‘Pride and Prejudice,’ I want to dig her up and hit her over the skull with her own shin-bone.
Truman Capote on Jack Kerouac: That's not writing, it's typing.