#introduction

In the end, the art of hunger can be described as an existential art. It is a way of looking death in the face, and by death I mean death as we live it today: without God, without hope of salvation. Death as the abrupt and absurd end of life ↗

— Paul Auster

#introduction #art

I think, like many others, I realized that only the massive introduction of American support in one form or another, could possibly bring about a rehabilitation of the economies of those countries within a reasonable time. ↗

— David Bruce

#american #another #bring #could #countries

Swipe fees have increased steadily since the introduction of debit cards 20 years ago, when there were no swipe fees at all. Merchants can't negotiate or control them. They've tried, but they have no leverage against the big banks and issuers. So they get ignored. ↗

— Peter Welch

#ago #banks #big #cards #control

Plus, I was a math and science whiz from my first introduction to the subjects. ↗

— David Crane

#i #introduction #math #plus #science

All the gestures of children are graceful; the reign of distortion and unnatural attitudes commences with the introduction of the dancing master. ↗

— Joshua Reynolds

#children #commences #dancing #distortion #gestures

In Oxford before the war, I had, with this interest in mind, written a short textbook entitled, An Introduction to Economic Analysis and Policy. It was now my intention to rewrite this work. ↗

— James Meade

#before #economic #entitled #had #i

Love can do funny things to you. It can make you happy; it can make you sad. It can even make you downright miserable. ↗

— Danielle Violette

#funny

My name is Sherlock Holmes. It is my business to know what other people do not know. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#introduction #sherlock-holmes #business

I never knew my father. I saw him at a party once, but he never walked over and introduced himself to me.
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— Jarod Kintz

#father #funny #humor #introduce #introduction

During the next few years I wrote a series of Martian pensées, Shakespearean "asides," wandering thoughts, long night visions, predawn half-dreams. The French, like St. John Perce, practice this to perfection. It is the half-poem, half-prose paragraph that runs as little as one hundred words or as long as a full page on any subject, summoned by weather, time, architectural facade, fine wine, good victuals, a view of the sea, quick sunsets, or a long sunrise. From these elements one upchucks rare hairballs or a maundering Hamlet-like soliloquy. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#architecture