I didn’t know it at the time that I was working with him, but he was kind of like the Marlon Brando of seagulls.
Jaume Collet-Serra in an interview in Vulture (but you can avoid the paywall by going to its cross-posting on Slate)
And to anyone who’s worried they’re going to miss pebbles, don’t worry—you’re going to love sand.
God, as quoted in The Onion
A problem I have is that I keep mistaking anxiety for prophecy.
"My House Almost Burned Down", Audra Williams for her newsletter The Rosefinch Post
Submitted by Rich.
But that’s not what we’re talking about, not in this room, anyway, which is like a heart, in that each can get terribly lonely.
"How to Know the World", Claudia La Rocco for Elisabeth Nicula's exhibition Possible Outcomes
When you stand surrounded by hundreds of flexing young men drunk on rage, testosterone, and politics, you can really feel part of a tradition running through all of human history, and through all of the world’s nation-states.
"Everybody Scream for War", Hamilton Nolan for his newsletter How Things Work
I dare you to find a more erotic moment in the history of cinema than Milla Jovovich saying 'MULTIPASS!'
"How to pick a movie", Mike Monteiro in his newsletter Mike Monteiro's Good News
Submitted by Jame.
Arizona is a cardboard sign in the sweat-soaked shade of a freeway underpass.
"A medium year", Logan Williams
Sucker fish are hiding in manta rays’ ‘butthole,’ new study reveals
Headline in Scientific American
Other options the poet doubtless weighed—such as “butt horn,” “ass cornet,” and “bum bugle”—still strike one as infelicitous, though “booty kazoo” has a nice ring to it.
"Seven of the Greatest Farts in Western Literature", Elizabeth Zaleski for LitHub
Submitted by DB.
Like some grease-surfing Cheever character, you can’t go three midtown blocks without half-drowning in a pool of McFlurries, and that’s just the top of it.
"Supersize City", Mark Jacobsen for New York Magazine
I wonder what the word rate for this 2004 essay was.
Can we not maintain one rock to scurry under, bug-like?
Comment by weed homer on an article in Hell Gate
Submitted by Wesley.
However, his own attempts to calculate a scientific law of human exhaustion were similarly dubious.
Control Science: How Management Made the Modern World, Henry Snow (as excerpted on LitHub)
In my defense I can say—if anything needs to be said, if the notion of defense is pertinent (which it isn't)—that at no moment did I think that I was falling in love.
A Little Lumpen Novelita, Roberto Bolaño (translated by Natasha Wimmer)
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