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  • October 11th, 2012 9:11am

    The people who recognise me in the streets are now very young people who have seen The Dark Knight Trilogy. I used to be stopped for autographs by young girls wanting autographs for their mothers, but now, because of Batman, I am stopped by mothers wanting autographs for their children. At last, I’ve found some respect: I started off as “Alfie”-now, I’m known as “Alfred”.

    — Michael Caine (via octoberhaywire)

  • October 9th, 2012 9:38am

    The effect Bruce has had on my life is profound. There’s no question that knowing him has changed me, changed my relationship to the world, profoundly. I’ll admit that there were times when I felt restrained, somewhat…bridled. There were times when the mission seemed like a lot to carry…Times, even, when I wondered if the whole thing didn’t go against my essential nature. More often, though, this work that I’ve done with Bruce has felt like an avocation, a perfect expression of everything I’ve ever been capable of becoming. And I know in my heart that I would have been lost without it. Just like I know in my heart that I have to find my way back.

    — Dick Grayson (Nightwing #100)

  • October 5th, 2012 2:21pm

    joonchi:

    30th Annual Banned Books Week | September 30th – October 6th, 2012
          “Books and ideas are the most effective weapons against intolerance and ignorance.”
                                                             – Lyndon B. Johnson

    A good few of my favorites are shown here. 

  • October 2nd, 2012 3:28pm

    Despite the inferiority of her instrument the performer tried with some success to suggest the appropriate orchestral effects. She rendered with brilliant precision the violin scales in the great crescendo. She played with fastidious reverence, lingering faithfully over every significant detail of the structure, humbly and ceremoniously exhibiting it, like a priest elevating the sacred host. What story did the music tell? It told of two forces, two enraptured lovers reaching out toward each other in suffering and ecstasy and embracing in a convulsive mad desire for eternity, for the absolute…The prelude blazed to its consummation and died down. She stopped at the point where the curtain parts and continued to gaze silently at the music.

    — Thomas Mann – “Tristan”

  • October 2nd, 2012 1:13am

    A writer who had for a few weeks been passing his time in Einfried – an odd fish with a name reminiscent of some kind of precious stone – positively changed color when she passed him in the corridor; he stopped short and was still standing as if rooted to the spot long after she had disappeared.

    — Thomas Mann – “Tristan”

  • September 30th, 2012 2:52pm

    Well, the idea of a single protagonist, I never could understand too well. What I’ve felt is that problems are multi-personal, they involve us all, there’s no such thing as a private problem…it’s only a form of ignorance. When I wake up in the morning, and I fall over the chair and break my nose, and I’m broke, and my wife’s left me – it’s my ignorance that makes me thing I’m an entire universe and that these miseries are my own and they’re not affecting the rest of the world. If I could only look down from a satellite, I would see all the world, everybody getting up and, in some analogous way, falling over a chair and breaking something..

    — Philip K. Dick

  • September 30th, 2012 2:16am

    Now, I don’t know how deeply to go into this, in this letter. The intuitive – I might say, gestating method by which I operate has a tendency to cause me to ‘see’ the whole thing at once…Mozart operated this way. The problem for him was simply to get it down. If he lived long enough, he did so; if not, then not. In other words, according to me (but not according to you people) my work consists of getting down that which exists in my mind; my method up to now has been to develop notes of progressively greater completeness. If I believed that the first jotting-down actually carried the whole idea, I would be a poet, not a novelist; I believe that it takes about 60,000 words for me to put down my original idea in its absolute entirety.

    — Philip K. Dick (in a letter to Eleanor Dimoff about his view on writing. Taken from Paul Williams’ introduction to “Confessions of a Crap Artist”)