#origin

She hated him, this man, and these men: the ones who picked her up without expression and used her without emotion. The ones who picked her up with no more regard than they had for picking lint off the collars of their well-pressed suits. She preferred the sweaty nervousness of young virgins or the eager speediness of excited old vets with their knobby fingers and waxy breath to these cold, hard men. These were the ones who called her squaw. Who called her half-breed, the ones who would just as soon slap her than bother to put on the condom she always handed them. She often wondered why they didn’t just keep the $80 it cost to be with her and drive their comfortable, bucket-seated SUVs home to the suburbs. They could kiss their wives hello and then slip into very hot showers to jerk off for free. Their peckish wives could spend the money they saved spending an afternoon getting the silk wraps and pedicures that would goad them into putting out anyways. To these men she had no name and no face. She was a hole. Consequently, she held no regard for these bastards. She gave them the calculated respect accorded to dangerous dogs. ↗

— Cherie Dimaline

#canadian-literature #cherie #dimaline #first-nations #theytus

Our lack of originality is something we usefully forget as we hunch over our—to us—ever-fascinating lives. My friend M., leaving his wife for a younger woman, used to complain, “People tell me it’s a cliché. But it doesn’t feel like a cliché to me.” Yet it was, and is. As all our lives would prove, if we could see them from a greater distance—from the viewpoint, say, of that higher creature imagined by Einstein. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#life #originality #imagination

Unlike a fountain that circulates the same water in an enclosed, perpetually recycling system, a human being circulates thoughts in an unlimited reservoir of self. Don't limit yourself to being a mere fountain when you contain an ocean. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#fountain #limits #ocean #original #originality

If it aint broke, break it. Then build something better. ↗

— Jonathan Culver

#art #creativity #iconoclasm #new-thinking #originality

When I wrote this song I felt pretty unoriginal because everybody writes love songs, and everybody feels like their love is the most important and when their love ends and they get their heart broken, that nobody understands. And…that’s ridiculous, but so am I. ↗

— Tegan Quin

#end-of-love #heartbreak #love-song #nobody-understands #originality

The "Western" is the only genre whose origins are almost identical with those of the cinema itself. ↗

— Andre Bazin

#cinema #genre #identical #itself #only

Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void but out of chaos. ↗

— Mary Shelley

#creativity #invention #originality #writing #creativity

I prefer writing originals. ↗

— Tony Gilroy

#originals #prefer #writing

But this emphasis would be lavished in vain, if it served, in your opinion, only to abstract a general type from phenomena whose particularity in our work would remain the essential thing for you, and whose original arrangement could be broken up only artificially. ↗

— Jacques Lacan

#arrangement #artificially #broken #could #emphasis

When I came up, it was all about originality and collective research. There is an awful lot of imitation going on now. ↗

— Steve Lacy

#awful #came #collective #going #i