It's not the lie that's the problem; it's the distance the lie forges between you.
Emperors are vain and useless things.
Fuzzy Tally is no more.
you dont see me, now you do, but only if i want you to
She looked at David closely, and the feeling was still there. She could see that his forehead was too high, that a small scar cut a white stroke through his eyebrow. And his smile was pretty crooked, really. But it was as if something had changed inside Tally's head, something that had turned his face pretty to her.
The Internet is global and seemingly omniscient, while iPods and phones are all microscopic workings encased in plastic blobjects. Compare that to a steam engine, where you can watch the pistons move and feel the heat of its boilers. I think we miss that visceral appeal of the machine.
We don't always get to choose what we love.
TIME is not a thing that's ours to lose.
I don't feel like my work is impersonal - it is, in many ways, a reflection upon me - but that's ultimately not the point. I'd rather each piece be seen as part of a larger experience, and that each installation be approached as a point of departure. As open as I am trying to keep things in my practice, I want the audience's experience to be as well. That's what keeps things existing.
Engage in one kind of business only, and stick to it faithfully until you succeed, or until you conclude to abandon it. A constant hammering on one nail will generally drive it home at last, so that it can be clinched.
He crossed the street toward the man in the trench coat, which left me with two choices: follow my dad and see what was going on, or do what I was told. I decided on the slightly less dangerous path. I went to retrieve my sister