I think I saw this from a couple people. 'Slightly' edited.
"A scientist at least can hide behind the idea that he is merely seeking impersonal truth. The artist cannot. He cannot hide anywhere."
—Ursula K. LeGuin, The Dispossessed
"All war is deception."
—Sun Tsu, The Art of War, Lionel Giles translation.
"An hour is this:
A minute and a minute and a minute and a minute and a minute.
A minute and a minute and a minute and a minute and a minute.
Another minute. A minute. Two more minutes. A minute.
A minute. Two minutes. Then two more minutes.
A minute. A similar minute. Three minutes.
Three minutes. A minute. A minute.
That's thirty minutes.
Now do them all over again."
—Bruce Sterling, Islands in the Net
"I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song.
I'm twenty-two now, but I won't be for long –
Time hurries on,
And the leaves that are green turn to brown.
And they wither in the wind,
And they crumble in my hand...."
—Paul Simon (and/or Art Garfunkel), "The Leaves That Are Green"
"Here is a hand. Here is another. Therefore two objects exist in the exterior universe, and the universe exists."
—David Hume (I think)
When you see this, choose a few quotations from your favorite writers to your journal. Write them from memory, mistakes and all, and post them in your journal.
"A scientist at least can hide behind the idea that he is merely seeking impersonal truth. The artist cannot. He cannot hide anywhere."
—Ursula K. LeGuin, The Dispossessed
"All war is deception."
—Sun Tsu, The Art of War, Lionel Giles translation.
"An hour is this:
A minute and a minute and a minute and a minute and a minute.
A minute and a minute and a minute and a minute and a minute.
Another minute. A minute. Two more minutes. A minute.
A minute. Two minutes. Then two more minutes.
A minute. A similar minute. Three minutes.
Three minutes. A minute. A minute.
That's thirty minutes.
Now do them all over again."
—Bruce Sterling, Islands in the Net
"I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song.
I'm twenty-two now, but I won't be for long –
Time hurries on,
And the leaves that are green turn to brown.
And they wither in the wind,
And they crumble in my hand...."
—Paul Simon (and/or Art Garfunkel), "The Leaves That Are Green"
"Here is a hand. Here is another. Therefore two objects exist in the exterior universe, and the universe exists."
—David Hume (I think)
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