Think of something useless, and that's probably what I'll be doing. Listen, Virginia, we need to love the useless. We need to raise pigeons without a thought of eating them, plant rose bushes without expecting to pick roses, write without aiming at publication. We need to do things without expecting benefits in return. The shortest distance between two points may be a straight line, but it's in the curving paths that the best things are found. . . . We must love the useless, because there is beauty in uselessness.
Lygia Fagundes TellesIn the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness.
Clarice LispectorTags: truth art beauty good aesthetics
Truth does not surround itself with lies.
John ChristopherTags: truth
All art is abstract, because art is an abstraction of the truth.
Milford ZornesYou know what's truly weird about any financial crisis? We made it up. Currency, money, finance, they're all social inventions. When the sun comes up in the morning it's shining on the same physical landscape, all the atoms are in place.
Bruce SterlingTags: life politics truth news economy
Faith and Reason are like two wings of the human spirit by which is soars to the truth.
Pope John Paul III come from Des Moines. Somebody had to.
Bill BrysonTags: truth first-lines first-words iowa
It is error only, and not truth, that shrinks from inquiry.
Thomas PaineTags: truth
In any war story, but especially a true one, it's difficult to separate what happened from what seemed to happen. What seems to happen becomes its own happening and has to be told that way. The angles of vision are skewed. When a booby trap explodes, you close your eyes and duck and float outside yourself. .. The pictures get jumbled, you tend to miss a lot. And then afterward, when you go to tell about it, there is always that surreal seemingness, which makes the story seem untrue, but which in fact represents the hard and exact truth as it seemed.
Tim O'BrienI have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a chain saw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?
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