April 17, 2012
February 22, 2012
“ To us, the Web is a sort of shared external memory. We do not have to remember unnecessary details: dates, sums, formulas, clauses, street names, detailed definitions. It is enough for us to have an abstract, the essence that is needed to process the information and relate it to others. Should we need the details, we can look them up within seconds. Similarly, we do not have to be experts in everything, because we know where to find people who specialise in what we ourselves do not know, and whom we can trust. People who will share their expertise with us not for profit, but because of our shared belief that information exists in motion, that it wants to be free, that we all benefit from the exchange of information.
We, the Web Kids – an essay by Polish political writer and commentator Piotr Czerski lays out a manifesto for the generation nursed on the web. (via curiositycounts)
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September 6, 2011
August 12, 2011
“ Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night. Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach. Does that answer your questions, Doctor?
August 11, 2011
“ “My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.”
Neil Gaiman, English author of short fiction, novels, comic books, graphic novels, audio theatre and films
(Source: amiquote)
August 10, 2011
“ “This isn’t about what is,” said Mr. Nancy.
“It’s about what people think is. It’s all imaginary anyway. That’s why it’s important. People only fight over imaginary things.”
“It’s about what people think is. It’s all imaginary anyway. That’s why it’s important. People only fight over imaginary things.”
Neil Gaiman, English author of short fiction, novels, comic books, graphic novels, audio theatre and films, American Gods, William Morrow, 2001 (via amiquote)
August 9, 2011
“ There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
Neil Gaiman (via kari-shma)
(Source: kari-shma, via quote-book)
August 8, 2011
“ “I have always felt that violence was the last refuge of the incompetent, and empty threats the last sanctuary of the terminally inept.”
Neil Gaiman, English author of short fiction, novels, comic books, graphic novels, audio theatre and films, Neverwhere (via amiquote)
August 7, 2011
“ I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.
Robert Fulghum (All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten)
(Source: thresca, via quote-book)
August 6, 2011
“ “A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?”
Pointless, really…”Do the stars gaze back?” Now that’s a question.”
Pointless, really…”Do the stars gaze back?” Now that’s a question.”
Neil Gaiman, English author of short fiction, novels, comic books, graphic novels, audio theatre and films (via amiquote)
