#marti

I pressed PLAY and started up Chiron's favorite--the All-Time Greatest Hits of Dean Martin. Suddenly the air was filled with violins and a bunch of guys moaning in Italian. The demon pigeons went nuts. They started flying in circles, running into each other like they wanted to bash their own brains out. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#humor #pigeons #humor

Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side? ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#a-song-of-ice-and-fire #curiosity #george-r-r-martin #tyrion-lannister #wall

Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other Is fed with the necessity of seeing each other It is concluded with the impossibility of separation. ↗

— Alisa Valdes

#love

In an attempt to amuse my friends and family, I would do impressions of Dean Martin, singing Everybody Loves Somebody. I secretly really enjoyed singing the song. ↗

— Peter Gallagher

#attempt #dean #dean martin #enjoyed #everybody

Past a certain point, all the dates grow hazy and confused, and the clarity of history becomes the fog of legend. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#george-r-r-martin #hoster-blackwood #song-of-ice-and-fire #dating

Why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones? ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#george-r-r-martin #ned-stark #varys #innocence

Millions of tears have fallen for black sons, brothers, lovers, and friends whose assailants took or maimed their lives and then simply went on their way. ↗

— Aberjhani

#african-americans #antiracism #equality #george-zimmerman #justice

I do not pretend to understand the moral universe; the arc is a long one, my eye reaches but little ways; I cannot calculate the curve and complete the figure by the experience of sight, I can divine it by conscience. And from what I see I am sure it bends towards justice. ↗

— Theodore Parker

#atheism #barack-obama #justice #martin-luther-king-jr #morality

So he stopped at the first of them, a frigid hothouse whose front tipped forward over the street in defiance of gravity, taste, and ordinance; inside, the tender daytime flowers could be seen huddling in family groups beneath a constant, unseen sun, and behind them was the hermetic door to the dark Cactus Room where the shy nocturnal plants, genus cereus, could bloom in privacy at any hour. Vivien, once out of the car, appeared less constrained. She did not have that stiffness so many have on first entering bars, that air of waiting stubbornly for alcohol to loosen them, which so often presages their manner when it comes' time for bed. She was already excited when the martinis came. ↗

— Douglas Woolf

#bar #martinis #family

Martin is your best friend, isn't he?' a sweet and well-intentioned girl once said when both of us were present: it was the only time I ever felt awkward about this precious idea, which seemed somehow to risk diminishment if it were uttered aloud. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#best-friends #friends #friendship #martin-amis #friendship