A man who reads old books cannot be fully captured by modern stupidity. He has dead kings, prophets, poets, killers, saints, drunks, generals, and madmen whispering in his bloodstream. The feed has no chance against this.
“In one sense, reading is a great waste of time. In another sense, it is a great extension of time, a way for one person to live a thousand and one lives in a single life span, to watch the great impersonal universe at work again and again…”
— Mary Ruefle, Planet on the Table
Environmental justice?
My man Shaman Ali Mirali was way ahead of his time when he dropped ‘Solar, Solar’. Bro was pushing renewable energy before climate conferences made it trendy.
There is no royal road to science, and only those who do not dread the fatiguing climb of its steep paths have a chance of gaining its luminous summits.
"This sort of simultaneous awareness that there's nothing that really matters to us more than literature, and at the same time there's nothing that matters less on this sad, lonely planet than literature."
- Nell Zink
Not everything I write is fully realized, it’s often only an attempt. And that is also a pleasure. Because I don’t want to grasp everything. Sometimes I want only to touch. And sometimes what I touch blossoms and then other people can grasp it with both hands.
— Lispector, 1968