1. "What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it’s curved like a road through mountains."
    — Blanche DuBois, in Tennessee Williams’ Streetcar Named Desire
     
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  4. Citicorp Center, New York

     

  5. "A fractal is a way of seeing infinity."
    — Benoît Mandelbrot
     
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  7. "

    Open your eyes; listen, listen. That is what the novelists say. But they don’t tell you what you will see and hear. All they can tell you is what they have seen and heard, in their time in this world, a third of it spent asleep and dreaming, another third of it spent in telling lies.

    […]

    Apollo, the god of light, of reason, of proportion, harmony, number — Apollo blinds those who press too close in worship. Don’t look straight at the sun. Go into a dark bar for a bit and have a beer with Dionysios, every now and then.

    I talk about the gods; I am an atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth.

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    — Ursula K. Le Guin. Introduction, The Left Hand of Darkness. pp xii, xiv-xv.
     
  8. iamjapanese:

    Xu Wei(徐渭 Chinese, 1521-1593)

    墨花圖

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  9. "I am grateful to have been loved and to be loved now and to be able to love, because that liberates. Love liberates. It doesn’t just hold—that’s ego. Love liberates."
    — Maya Angelou, “Love Liberates”
     

  10. "Oh god, I thought, can nothing in this jungle behave as it ought? Must fruits move and trees breathe and freshwater rivers taste of the ocean? Why must nothing obey the laws of nature? Why must everything point so heavily toward the existence of enchantment?"
    — From Hanya Yanagihara’s The People in the Trees, p 134
     

  11. "This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of ingress or egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the “Red Death.”"
    — Edgar Allan Poe, “The Masque of the Red Death.”
     

  12. "Modernity is characterized by the technical production of its immunities and the increasing removal of its safety structures from the traditional theological and cosmological narratives. Industrial-scale civilization, the welfare state, the world market and the media sphere: all these large-scale projects aim, in a shelless time, for an imitation of the now impossible, imaginary spheric security."
    — Peter Sloterdijk, Bubbles, p 25