#mia

A few years ago, if you had told me I'd be moving back to Glasgow I'd have said, 'No way'. But it's changed. It's much more vibrant, bohemian. But I'm 35 and I've become a bit of a homebody, I don't really go out much. Same in New York. My home could be anywhere but I love Glasgow. ↗

— Kelly Macdonald

#anywhere #back #become #bit #bohemian

One girl who stands out was this Miami stripper. She still lives with her mother and father, and they know she strips. They call her by her stripper name, Freaky Red. ↗

— Method Man

#father #freaky #girl #her #know

I was in an industrial laboratory because academia found me unsuitable. ↗

— Benoit Mandelbrot

#because #found #i #industrial #laboratory

In this world no one rules by love; if you are but amiable, you are no hero; to be powerful, you must be strong, and to have dominion you must have a genius for organizing. ↗

— John Henry Newman

#be strong #dominion #genius #hero #love

I feel like 'CSI: Miami' was just a license to do all sorts of horrible things that I'd always wanted to do. ↗

— Emily Procter

#feel #horrible #horrible things #i #i feel

It has been more profitable for us to bind together in the wrong direction than to be alone in the right one. ↗

— Nassim Nicholas Taleb

#economics #herd-behavior #behavior

I had bohemian parents in Seattle in the last '60s living in a houseboat. My dad wrote science fiction novels and painted big murals and oil paintings. ↗

— Rainn Wilson

#bohemian #dad #fiction #had #i

One night--it was on the twentieth of March, 1888--I was returning from a journey to a patient(for I had now returned to civil practice), when my way led me through Baker Street. As I passed the well-remembered door...I was seized with a keen desire to see Holmes again, and to know how he was employing his extraordinary powers. His rooms were brilliantly lit, and, even as I looked up, I saw his tall, spare figure pass twice in a dark silhouette against the blind. He was pacing the room swiftly, eagerly, with his head sunk upon his chest and his hands clasped behind him. To me, who knew his every mood and habit, his attitude and manner told their own story. He was at work again. He had risen out of his drug-created dreams and was hot upon the scent of some new problems. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#sherlock-holmes #attitude

...sometimes we can’t enjoy the bloom of a rose because we’re too busy crying over being pricked by the thorn. ↗

— Suzannah Daniels

#ghostly-encounter #inspiration #life #mia #randall

As is perhaps obvious, Morris Zapp had no great esteem for his fellow-labourers in the vineyards of literature. They seemed to him vague, fickle, irresponsible creatures, who wallowed in relativism like hippopotami in mud, with their nostrils barely protruding into the air of common-sense. They happily tolerated the existence of opinions contrary to their own — they even, for God’s sake, sometimes changed their minds. Their pathetic attempts at profundity were qualified out of existence and largely interrogative in mode. They liked to begin a paper with some formula like, ‘I want to raise some questions about so-and-so’, and seemed to think they had done their intellectual duty by merely raising them. This manoeuvre drove Morris Zapp insane. Any damn fool, he maintained, could think of questions; it was answers that separated the men from the boys. ↗

— David Lodge

#funny #change