Category: Song of the Day

You know, Beaver, I’m afraid you have the wrong attitude. And if you don’t start buckling down and applying yourself, one of these days you’re gonna come up against a test or something, and find out you’re way behind the rest of the class. And you’re going to be a...

I’d be absorbed... trapped, held prisoner if you’d like in the host’s brain, unable to control anything, forever doomed to watch the world through someone else’s eyes. -- Dr. Lester, Being John Malkovich Dog Contest’s 'Too Much' and 'Taking Down My Ego' are paragraphs...

Bascomb believed, as Cocteau once said, that the writing of poetry was the exploitation of a substratum of memory that was imperfectly understood. -- John Cheever, The World of Apples Was his memory failing or had he so disciplined it in the repression of unpleasant...

And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? And what dread feet? — William Blake, The Tyger She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.― Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary Ula...

In your patience you will gain your souls. -- Jesus, Luke 21:19 Therefore, to gain his soul was a task that announced a struggle with the whole world, since it began with letting a person be at the goal of that earthly craving, possessing the whole world in order to...

But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul is to be expunged; this I shall do by printing in the infernal method, by corrosives, which in Hell are salutary and medicinal, melting apparent surfaces away, and displaying the infinite which was hid....

Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist. -- Guy de Maupassant So I'll light another cigarette and try to remember to forget. -- Lowell George Right now I’m having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I...

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear you may need them tomorrow? And tomorrow, what shall tomorrow bring to the overprudent dog...

'But I'm not going,' said Barnaby Jack. 'I'm running away tonight for good. And this time I won't get caught.' Annabelle whispered, ‘I'm coming with you.' Her yellow hair, now brown at the roots, caught up in the wind and danced. Barnaby Jack took Annabelle's hand and...