I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so.
A weapon men use against women is the refusal to take them seriously.
Reality is the page. Life is the word.
Any society’s upper-crust is riddled with immorality, how else d’you think they keep their power? Reputation is king of the public sphere, not private. It is dethroned by public acts.
I pass through many Me’s in the course of my day, each one selfish with his time. The Lying-in-Bed me and the Enjoying-the-Hot-Shower Me are particularly selfish. The Late Me loathes the pair of them.
Anticipating the end of the world is humanity’s oldest passtime.
Perpetual encagement endows any mirage of salvation with credibility.
It’s true, reading too many novels makes you go blind.
War may be an auction for countries. For soldiers it’s a lottery.
It’s a small world. It keeps recrossing itself.
The healthy can’t understand the emptied, the broken.
So winners, Hae-Joo proposed, are the real losers because they learn nothing? What, then, are losers? Winners?
If losers can exploit what their adversaries teach them, yes, losers can become winners in the long term.
One’s ribs shouldn’t be prison bars.
When I think about it, I’m happily bewildered that people will preorder my books They’ll preorder me. What a lucky guy!
I think words operate like musical notes that the eyeball hears.
There’s something fishy about Google’s motto, “Don’t Be Evil.” I’m not saying it’s controversial but it makes you think, “Why bring that up? Why have you suddenly put the subject of being evil on the agenda?” It’s suspicious in the same way as Ukip constantly pointing out how racist they’re not –.
What a uniquely capitalist response to that gender inequality: women have been forced by convention for generations – millennia – to spend money on expensive clothes and agonising shoes, to daub themselves with reality-concealing slap, to smell expensively inhuman, to self-mutilate in pursuit of eternal youth; and this, quite rightly, has come to be deemed unfair. But how do we end this hell? We make men do it too. Well done everyone.
This society doesn’t work without booze – our parties aren’t good enough, our conversations aren’t sufficiently interesting, nor is our self-confidence high enough to sustain our interactions without alcohol. It’s everywhere, lubricating everything.
British Airways: “No one is actually going to save the environment, so you might as well enjoy it while it lasts.