Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
The human digestive track is like the Amtrak line from Seattle to Los Angeles: transit time is about thirty hours, and the scenery in the last leg is pretty monotonous.
Gulp by Mary Roach
I’m very lucky to write for children, because I don’t have to deal with popular culture. I can just deal with core fundamental issues: jealousy, love, hatred, sadness, joy, wanting to drive a bus. The fundamental core emotional things. And just asking questions like, ‘How do you know when you’re in control? What is a friend? What are relationships between people?’ These are all things that I haven’t figured out yet. I’m very lucky in that I don’t understand the world yet. If I understood the world, it would be harder for me to write these books.
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1971)
gifset subtitle: random stuff I say every day and no one gets the reference.
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You know, you spend your childhood watching TV, assuming that at some point in the future everything you see there will one day happen to you: that you too will win a Formual One race, hop a train, foil a group of terrorist, tell someone ‘Give me the gun’, etc. Then you start secondary school, and suddenly everyone’s asking you about your career plans and your long-term goals, and by goals they don’t mean the kind you are planning to score in the FA Cup. Gradually the awful truth dawns on you: that Santa Claus was just the tip of the iceberg - that your future will not be the rollercoaster ride you’d imagined, that the world occupied by your parents, the world of washing and dishes, going to the dentist, weekend trips to the DIY superstore to buy floor-tiles, is actually largely what people mean when they speak of ‘life’. Now, with every day that passes, another door seems to close, the one marked PROFESSIONAL STUNTMAN, or FLIGHT EVIL ROBOT, until as the weeks go by and the doors - GET BITTEN BY SNAKE, SAVE WORLD FROM ASTEROID, DISMANTLE BOMB WITH SECONDS TO SPARE - keep closing, you begin to hear the sound as a good thing, and start closing some yourself, even ones that didn’t necessarily need to be closed…
p25. Skippy Dies by Paul Murray
Nobody, except some solemn ass, goes to the cinema for a reproduction of life.
Dilys Powell, British film critic
“A ‘girl like me’ is someone who doesn’t rest on her looks, who has had people tell me from day one, ‘You’re never going to get magazine covers because you are not pretty enough.’ I’m totally comfortable with that,”
-Pink, sounding off on the superficial music industry, in the March issue of Redbook.
Amazing
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If you’ve never read Shakespeare’s plays, you’re missing out on some quality zingers.
