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"Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction."
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Airman’s Odyssey: Wind, Sand and Stars

The level of care and respect for genre evident here reminds me of works like Christopher Smith’s Triangle, Mike Nichols’ Wolf and Paul Leonard-Morgan’s Dredd score, but not since Julie Leigh’s Sleeping Beauty has a film been so fallaciously reviewed and misinterpreted, and suffered such unmerited ratings. This story has never been told before, despite what so-called film analysts tell us. Hearing the deriding comments and talk of derivativeness makes me think audiences aren’t only suffering the loss of attention spans, but that they wouldn’t know originality if they drowned their popcorn in it. For a film accused of being unoriginal (in itself a claim demonstrating a lack of awareness of the very nature of science-fiction), there’s an awful lot of whining about the plot being difficult to follow despite its taking plenty of screen time for exposition. I have a sneaking fanboy suspicion that those grumbling about unoriginality probably didn’t understand what they watched and often use this dismissive complaint to mask the fact that they rarely comprehend science-fiction, subsequently judging films based on their own illusory, made-up version of it. Look, I’m not judging! Really, I wouldn’t like a film that I subconsciously warped into something I wouldn’t like, either.

posted 2 weeks ago with 3 notes
"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity."
— Edgar Allan Poe
"My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them."
— Laurell K. Hamilton, A Stroke of Midnight
posted 3 months ago with 2 notes
"Whatsoever thy hand is able to do, do it earnestly: for neither work, nor reason, nor wisdom, nor knowledge shall be in the grave, whither thou art hastening."
— Ecclesiastes 9:10
"That’s how you know you really trust someone, I think. When you don’t have to talk all the time to make sure they still like you or prove that you have interesting stuff to say."
— Sara Zarr, Story of a Girl 
"So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of the fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down."
— Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath
"I am under no obligation to make sense to you."
— Neil DeGrasse Tyson

One philosophical aspect of Buddhism adopted by Christianity is the embracement of sacrifice and rejection of materialism; to devoutly focus on spiritual and intellectual values with disregard for material wealth and possessions. During this holiday season, does it not make sense to sacrifice time and money on charity for the impoverished, destitute, homeless and hungry instead of shopping for presents for those who are not in need? Would it not be right to donate to those less fortunate rather than acquire more possessions yourself?

"Lord Henry laughed. “If a man treats life artistically, his brain is his heart,” he answered, sinking into an armchair.
 Dorian Gray shook his head, and struck some soft chords on the piano. “‘Like the painting of a sorrow,’” he repeated, “‘a face without a heart.’"
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
posted 5 months ago with 3 notes
"I have never felt like a good person, but I think that, thanks to my father’s influence, I have sometimes managed to be a non-practicing bad man."
— Héctor Abad, Oblivion: A Memoir
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"I’m just a fortunate collection of atoms, a speck of organic matter, trying to make it through another day without being mean to anyone or doing anything too stupid. I’m here for a flash and then I’ll be gone. I’m adrift in an incomprehensibly vast universe filled with places, events, and wonders that I will never know."
— Guy P. Harrison, 50 Simple Questions for Every Christian
"Right now I want a word that describes the feeling that you get—a cold sick feeling, deep down inside—when you know something is happening that will change you, and you don’t want it to, but you can’t stop it. And you know, for the first time, for the very first time, that there will now be a before and an after, a was and a will be. And that you will never again quite be the same person you were."
— Jennifer Donnelly, A Northern Light
posted 5 months ago with 2 notes

Pontypool. Pontypool. Panty pool. Pont de Flaque. Inter-dimensional, lingual-based virus coming into focus in a weird way; it sort of attaches itself to specific signifiers within a carrier language’s terms of endearment or conflicting phrases during the re-interlocking of physical reality in the wake of a huge event, then infects through a host’s actual cognition and understanding of the sign’s signified concept, and only by cognitively de-grasping the relationship between the infectious signifier and its signified concept can the host be de-zombified. I have a new favorite zombie film, and Mrs. French’s cat is missing. Have you seen Honey? Honey the cat? Honey? Honey. Honey…

"With ever watchful eyes and bearing scars, visible and invisible, I headed North, full of a hazy notion that life could be lived with dignity, that the personalities of others should not be violated, that men should be able to confront other men without fear or shame, and that if men were lucky in their living on earth they might win some redeeming meaning for their having struggled and suffered here beneath the stars."
— Richard Wright, Black Boy