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Rickey Henderson

He has a strike zone the size of Hitler’s heart.

Jim Murray

Rickey Henderson

He has a strike zone the size of Hitler’s heart.

Jim Murray

Tex Avery

Above all, he steered the Warner Bros. house style away from Disney-esque sentimentality and made cartoons that appealed equally to adults, who appreciated Avery’s speed, sarcasm, and irony, and to kids, who liked the nonstop action. Disney’s “cute and cuddly” creatures, under Avery’s guidance, were transformed into unflappable wits like Bugs Bunny, endearing buffoons like Porky Pig, or dazzling crazies like Daffy Duck. Even the classic fairy tale, a market that Disney had cornered, was appropriated by Avery, who made innocent heroines like Red Riding Hood into sexy jazz babes, more than a match for any Wolf. Avery also endeared himself to intellectuals by constantly breaking through the artifice of the cartoon, having characters leap out of the end credits, loudly object to the plot of the cartoon they were starring in, or speak directly to the audience. Such unheard-of techniques pegged Avery as a modernist and suggested his affinity with Pirandello and Brecht – not bad for a rowdy boy from Texas.

Gary Morris

Tex Avery

Above all, he steered the Warner Bros. house style away from Disney-esque sentimentality and made cartoons that appealed equally to adults, who appreciated Avery’s speed, sarcasm, and irony, and to kids, who liked the nonstop action. Disney’s “cute and cuddly” creatures, under Avery’s guidance, were transformed into unflappable wits like Bugs Bunny, endearing buffoons like Porky Pig, or dazzling crazies like Daffy Duck. Even the classic fairy tale, a market that Disney had cornered, was appropriated by Avery, who made innocent heroines like Red Riding Hood into sexy jazz babes, more than a match for any Wolf. Avery also endeared himself to intellectuals by constantly breaking through the artifice of the cartoon, having characters leap out of the end credits, loudly object to the plot of the cartoon they were starring in, or speak directly to the audience. Such unheard-of techniques pegged Avery as a modernist and suggested his affinity with Pirandello and Brecht – not bad for a rowdy boy from Texas.

Gary Morris

Maurice Sendak
I believe there is no part of our lives, our adult as well as child life, when we’re not fantasizing, but we prefer to relegate fantasy to children, as though it were some tomfoolery only fit for the immature minds of the young. Children do live in fantasy and reality; they move back and forth very easily in a way we no longer remember how to do.

Maurice Sendak

I believe there is no part of our lives, our adult as well as child life, when we’re not fantasizing, but we prefer to relegate fantasy to children, as though it were some tomfoolery only fit for the immature minds of the young. Children do live in fantasy and reality; they move back and forth very easily in a way we no longer remember how to do.

TV On The Radio
And it’s been a while since we went wild and that’s all fineBut we’re sleepwalking through this trialAnd it’s really a crime it’s really a crime it’s really a crimeIt’s really criminalWe’re just busy tempting, like fate’s on the nodRunning on empty, bourbon and godIt’s been a while since we knew the wayAnd it’s been even longer since our plastic priest classHad a goddamned thing to sayI was a lover before this war
TV On The Radio - I Was A Lover

TV On The Radio

And it’s been a while since we went wild and that’s all fine
But we’re sleepwalking through this trial
And it’s really a crime it’s really a crime it’s really a crime
It’s really criminal

We’re just busy tempting, like fate’s on the nod
Running on empty, bourbon and god
It’s been a while since we knew the way
And it’s been even longer since our plastic priest class
Had a goddamned thing to say

I was a lover before this war

TV On The Radio - I Was A Lover

Sid Hatfield
I’ve met Mr. Felts. I wouldn’t piss on him if his heart was on fire.

Sid Hatfield

I’ve met Mr. Felts. I wouldn’t piss on him if his heart was on fire.

Benjamin Booker
Even though computers are taking up my timeEven though there’s satellites roaming in spaceEven though my phone predicts the weatherI still can’t have you
The future is slow coming…
Benjamin Booker - Slow Coming

Benjamin Booker

Even though computers are taking up my time
Even though there’s satellites roaming in space
Even though my phone predicts the weather
I still can’t have you

The future is slow coming…

Benjamin Booker - Slow Coming

Sam Cooke
There been times when I thoughtI couldn’t last for longBut now I think I’m able to carry onIt’s been a long time comingBut I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will

Sam Cooke


There been times when I thought
I couldn’t last for long
But now I think I’m able
to carry on
It’s been a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will

Loren Eiseley
If it should turn out that we have mishandled our own lives as several civilizations before us have done, it seems a pity that we should involve the violet and the tree frog in our departure.

Loren Eiseley

If it should turn out that we have mishandled our own lives as several civilizations before us have done, it seems a pity that we should involve the violet and the tree frog in our departure.

Quanah Parker

Not only did Quanah pass within the span of a single lifetime from a Stone Age warrior to a statesman in the age of the Industrial Revolution, but he accepted the challenge and responsibility of leading the whole Comanche tribe on the difficult road toward their new existence.

Bill Neely

Quanah Parker

Not only did Quanah pass within the span of a single lifetime from a Stone Age warrior to a statesman in the age of the Industrial Revolution, but he accepted the challenge and responsibility of leading the whole Comanche tribe on the difficult road toward their new existence.

Bill Neely

William Morris
I pondered all these things, and how men fight and lose the battle, and the thing that they fought for comes about in spite of their defeat, and when it comes turns out not to be what they meant, and other men have to fight for what they meant under another name.

William Morris

I pondered all these things, and how men fight and lose the battle, and the thing that they fought for comes about in spite of their defeat, and when it comes turns out not to be what they meant, and other men have to fight for what they meant under another name.

Edward Abbey
May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you — beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.

Edward Abbey

May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you — beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.

Nas
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death

Nas

I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death

Jason Molina

Either get out or stay inI won’t let these dark times winWe’ve got your sweet tunes to playYour…sweet tunes to play

Strand of Oaks - JM

Jason Molina

Either get out or stay in
I won’t let these dark times win
We’ve got your sweet tunes to play
Your…sweet tunes to play

Strand of Oaks - JM

Marcel Proust
We have certain work to do for our bread, and that is to be done strenuously; other work to do for our delight, and that is to be done heartily: neither is to be done in halves and shifts, but with a will; and what is not worth this effort is not to be done at all. Perhaps all that we have to do is meant for nothing more than an exercise of the heart and of the will, and is useless in itself; but, at all events, the little use it has may well be spared if it is not worth putting our hands and our strength to. It does not become our immortality to take an ease inconsistent with its authority, nor to suffer any instruments with which it can dispense, to come between it and the things it rules: and he who would form the creations of his own mind by any other instrument than his own hand, would also, if he might, give grinding organs to Heaven’s angels, to make their music easier. There is dreaming enough, and earthiness enough, and sensuality enough in human existence, without our turning the few glowing moments of it into mechanism; and since our life must at the best be but a vapour that appears for a little time and then vanishes away, let it at least appear as a cloud in the height of Heaven, not as the thick darkness that broods over the blast of the Furnace, and the rolling of the wheel.

Marcel Proust

We have certain work to do for our bread, and that is to be done strenuously; other work to do for our delight, and that is to be done heartily: neither is to be done in halves and shifts, but with a will; and what is not worth this effort is not to be done at all. Perhaps all that we have to do is meant for nothing more than an exercise of the heart and of the will, and is useless in itself; but, at all events, the little use it has may well be spared if it is not worth putting our hands and our strength to. It does not become our immortality to take an ease inconsistent with its authority, nor to suffer any instruments with which it can dispense, to come between it and the things it rules: and he who would form the creations of his own mind by any other instrument than his own hand, would also, if he might, give grinding organs to Heaven’s angels, to make their music easier. There is dreaming enough, and earthiness enough, and sensuality enough in human existence, without our turning the few glowing moments of it into mechanism; and since our life must at the best be but a vapour that appears for a little time and then vanishes away, let it at least appear as a cloud in the height of Heaven, not as the thick darkness that broods over the blast of the Furnace, and the rolling of the wheel.

Breece D’J Pancake
I lean back, try to forget these fields and flanking hills. A long time before me or these tools, the Teays flowed here. I can almost feel the cold waters and the tickling the trilobites make when they crawl. All the water from the old mountains flowed west. But the land lifted. I have only the bottoms and stone animals I collect. I blink and breathe. My father is a khaki cloud in the canebrakes, and Ginny is no more to me than the bitter smell in the blackberry briers up on the ridge. 

Breece D’J Pancake

I lean back, try to forget these fields and flanking hills. A long time before me or these tools, the Teays flowed here. I can almost feel the cold waters and the tickling the trilobites make when they crawl. All the water from the old mountains flowed west. But the land lifted. I have only the bottoms and stone animals I collect. I blink and breathe. My father is a khaki cloud in the canebrakes, and Ginny is no more to me than the bitter smell in the blackberry briers up on the ridge. 

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