“She is to me what a materialized substance is to a shadow. Without substance, shadow cannot exist. I cannot exist without Kora. But I am more to Kora than a shadow. I am that sort of shadow they used to call a Ka, in Egypt.”—"Kora and Ka" by H.D.
“I hate this ‘Facebook revolution’ stuff. I really strongly object to it. You can sit at your computer all day long, and you’re never going to get anything done in terms of bringing down a government. What happens is when people got up and went into the streets.”—The New York Times’ Cairo bureau chief, David Kirkpatrick (via nprfreshair)
I saw a tumblr post that was a question asking “How is your heart?” and my first thought was that if the question were directed at me, it should have been “How black is your heart?” to which I would reply, “a pit of utter darkness,” and after responding to the question as such, would wonder for quite a few minutes whether my response would taken too dramatically if the reader did not understand the context, after which I might change my response either to, “a pit of despair,” in hopes that someone would recognize the Princess Bride allusion, or “very,” thinking myself ironic and witty in all the best ways. I would ponder this for a while more and consider writing something similar to the mental steps taken in arriving at my final answer into my novel, hoping to thereby add character to my narrator, recognizing the horrible internal rhyme.
“Kant Joke: You know, it’s really weird, doing in-depth research on the pre-Critical Kant and the Critical Kant. They’re obviously different Kants, but they’re still sort of the same, if you catch my meaning. It becomes difficult, after a while, to remember just which Kant you’re ploughing into at the moment, and that’ll get you into trouble, let me tell you.”—