#toi

Toil without song is like a weary journey without an end. ↗

— H. P. Lovecraft

#journey #like #song #toil #weary

Music is a continuum and the modern and avant-garde composers of today will be part of the standard repertoire 30 years from now. ↗

— Neville Marriner

#composers #continuum #modern #music #now

It is questionable if all the mechanical inventions yet made have lightened the day's toil of any human being. ↗

— John Stuart Mill

#any #being #day #human #human being

You can't trample infidels when you're a tortoise. I mean, all you could do is give them a meaningful look. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#give #i #infidels #look #mean

Complaining does not work as a strategy. We all have finite time and energy. Any time we spend whining is unlikely to help us achieve our goals. And it won't make us happier. ↗

— Randy Pausch

#stoicism #goals

Men who consistently leave the toilet seat up secretly want women to get up to go the bathroom in the middle of the night and fall in. ↗

— Rita Rudner

#consistently #fall #get #go #leave

France is a place where the money falls apart in your hands but you can't tear the toilet paper. ↗

— Billy Wilder

#falls #france #hands #money #paper

France is the country where the money falls apart and you can't tear the toilet paper. ↗

— Billy Wilder

#country #falls #france #money #paper

I refuse to go into a fast-food outlet - to use the toilet even - in case anyone got the wrong idea and thought I was sneaking in a quick burger. ↗

— Jonny Wilkinson

#burger #case #even #fast-food #go

This work is the link between my Dear Natalie piece and my upcoming Agatha work. It bridges that lapse in time and shows how my thinking has changed. It shows me telling a story through the surreal and trying to use thought fragments alone to show a tortured existence. This piece was written after the Dear Natalies and before the Agatha mystery, but it is meant to be read after you’ve already read both. This book is a bridge between two books, which would make it a bridge between two bridges. That’s strange, but I’ve seen stranger. Like the time I woke up in a fish tank, having morphed into a goldfish during my sleep. I still fear the sound of a flushing toilet, and since then I refuse to let myself fall asleep while wearing flippers. This book is 3,088 words of pure nonsense, strung together like pearls hurled at bacon. Yum! ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#bacon #biograhy #book-bio #books #bridge