A Room of One’s Own
fredag 16. desember, 2011 kl. 19:18 av binka

fredag 16. desember, 2011 kl. 19:18 av binka
lørdag 10. desember, 2011 kl. 21:00 av binka
(Fra soundtracket til Lost in Translation)
tirsdag 6. desember, 2011 kl. 23:27 av binka
Clarity is of no importance because nobody listens and nobody knows what you mean no matter what you mean, nor how clearly you mean what you mean. But if you have vitality enough of knowing enough of what you mean, somebody and sometime and sometimes a great many will have to realize that you know what you mean and so they will agree that you mean what you know, what you know you mean, which is as near as anybody can come to understanding any one.
— Gertrude Stein, «Four in America» (1933)
lørdag 3. desember, 2011 kl. 22:47 av binka
Every life is inexplicable, I kept telling myself. No matter how many facts are told, no matter how many details are given, the essential thing resists telling. To say that so and so was born here and went there, that he did this and did that, that he married this woman and had these children, that he lived, that he died, that he left behind these books or this battle or that bridge – none of that tells us very much.
— Paul Auster, The New York Trilogy
mandag 21. november, 2011 kl. 23:17 av binka
fredag 18. november, 2011 kl. 22:25 av binka
In the modern world of business, it is useless to be a creative, original thinker unless you can also sell what you create.
David Ogilvy
onsdag 16. november, 2011 kl. 17:56 av binka
Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: «What! You too?
I thought I was the only one.»
C.S. Lewis
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