Random quote of the day:

“How can the artist justify himself? The answer is that he cannot, and should stop boring himself with his egocentric need to try. The artist is a lucky dog. That is all there is to say about him. In any community of a thousand souls there will be nine hundred doing the work, ninety doing well, nine doing good, and one lucky dog painting or writing about the other nine hundred and ninety-nine.”

—Tom Stoppard, Artist Descending a Staircase

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Random quote of the day:

“I know that every good and excellent thing in the world stands moment by moment on the razor-edge of danger and must be fought for—whether it’s a field, a home, or a country.”

—Thornton Wilder, The Skin of Our Teeth

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L (grey) & P (teal) had been BFFs since they were 12—sisters, more like. After college, considering the shocking price of housing in Los Angeles, they moved in together. That way they got a fun duplex on Venice Beach, a block from the famous boardwalk, with a sheltered yard out back. They had a blast, work drones by day, punk/new wave girls on the weekends, going to music shows all over LA. The Whisky on the Sunset Strip and Madame Wong’s in Chinatown were favorites, as well as Club 88 in West LA, but there were many venues, many weekends, and many great acts. They assiduously scanned the gig section of the LA Weekly for the weekend’s entertainment. Iggy Pop, Oingo Boingo, and X were sure bets, especially if they played one of those Hollywood or Chinatown dives, though L & P did love many bands that never really made it super big: Wall of Voodoo, the Brainiacs, the Twisters, the Cramps, the Dead Kennedys… It was a long list. Two years into their co-tenancy L’s boyfriend C moved in and they all got along and liked each other. L & C, along with their friend F, rented the garage in the back of the duplex for an art studio. P tried desperately to finish a novel, but always got short circuited somehow. About a year into this happy phase of tenancy, P started experiencing sleep paralysis syndrome, night terrors, and her personality went through a disturbing change. She was filled with sorrow, with unpredictable rage, and lost many friends. She couldn’t blame them. But L & C stuck by her, as did F who had also become a good friend. Later, L & C got married and moved into their own place, and P was diagnosed with thyroid cancer. After surgery and radioactive iodine therapy she felt much better. The rage and sorrow, sleep paralysis and night terrors, went away. She managed to finish eight novels eventually. F moved to Portland and they gradually lost touch, but L & C remained her closest friends. The family she created for herself.

Random quote of the day:

“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”

—Haruki Murakami, Kafka on Shore

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Random quote of the day:

“He is our Father who is in heaven—not elsewhere. If we think to have a Father here below it is not he, it is a false God. We cannot take a single step towards him. We do not walk vertically. We can only turn our eyes towards him. We do not have to search for him, we only have to change the direction in which we are looking. It is for him to search for us. We must be happy in the knowledge that he is infinitely beyond our reach. Thus we can be certain that the evil in us, even if it overwhelms our whole being, in no way sullies the divine purity, bliss and perfection.”

—Simone Weil, Waiting for God (tr. Emma Craufurd)

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Random quote of the day:

“Being optimistic is like a muscle that gets stronger with use. Makes it easier when the tough times arrive. You have to change the way you think in order to change the way you feel.”

―Robin Roberts, Everybody’s Got Something

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Random quote of the day:

“The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else. If it had been possible, he would have settled the matter otherwise, and without bloodshed. He doesn’t boast of his own death or of others’. But he doesn’t repent. He suffers and keeps his mouth shut; if anything, others then exploit him, making him a myth, while he, the man worthy of esteem, was only a poor creature who reacted with dignity and courage in an event bigger than he was.”

—Umberto Eco, “Gods of the Underworld: Why Are They Laughing In Those Cages?” Travels in Hyperreality (tr. William Weaver)

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Random quote of the day:

“The senseless destruction of living things and all the sorrows of humanity count for nothing in the great whole.—The death of a sensitive man expiring in the company of his disconsolate friends, and that of a butterfly cut down by the chill morning air inside the calyx of a flower, are similar moments in the course of nature. Man is nothing but a phantom, a shadow, a mist that scatters in the air.”

—Xavier de Maistre, Journey Around My Room (tr. Stephen Sartarelli)

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