it's no potato

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“the remembered shape of an altered thing”

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‘Let’s dance in style, let’s dance for a while.’

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“Prodigious was the amount of life I lived that morning.”

-Charlotte Brontë

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St. Pierre Cathedral, Geneva, Switzerland (August 2014)

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“Try and catch me. You think I have to come down from up there don’t you. I hate all earthlings.”

-James Dean

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“What geography can give all Middle Westerners, along with the fresh water and topsoil, if they let it, is awe for an Edenic continent stretching forever in all directions. Makes you religious. Takes your breath away.”

-Kurt Vonnegut, “To Be a Native Middle-Westerner”

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“We were friends and have become estranged. But this was right, and we do not want to conceal or obscure it from ourselves as if we had reason to feel ashamed. We are two ships each of which has its goal and course; our paths may cross and we may celebrate a feast together, as we did—and then the good ships rested so quietly in one harbor and one sunshine that it may have looked as if they had reached their goal and as if they had one goal. But then the mighty force of our tasks drove us apart again into different seas and sunny zones, and perhaps we shall never see each other again; perhaps we shall meet again but fail to recognize each other: our exposure to different seas and suns has changed us.”

-Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments

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Richard Avedon

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‘Who the hell can see forever?’

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“I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.”

-Willa Cather, My Ántonia

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“Twenty years later, I can still see the sunlight on Lemon's face. I can see him turning, looking back at Rat Kiley, then he laughed and took that curious half step from shade into sunlight, his face suddenly brown and shining, and when his foot touched down, in that instant, he must've thought it was the sunlight that was killing him. It was not the sunlight. It was a rigged 105 round. But if I could ever get the story right, how the sun seemed to gather around him and pick him up and lift him high into a tree, if I could somehow recreate the fatal whiteness of that light, the quick glare, the obvious cause and effect, then you would believe the last thing Curt Lemon believed, which for him must've been the final truth.”

-Tim O’Brien, “How to Tell a True War Story,” The Things They Carried

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“He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.”

In the Mood for Love (2000)

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“Feelings can creep up just like that. I thought I was in control.”

In the Mood for Love (2000)

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“In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn't want to share, you know what they did? They went up a mountain, found a tree, carved a hole in it, and whispered the secret into the hole. Then they covered it with mud. And leave the secret there forever.”

In the Mood for Love (2000)

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“Whenever I feel depressed or overwhelmed, I feel the urge to shout to the world the anguish of my soul, the torments I’ve experienced, all my sorrows—but no one wants to hear about them. Then a good man comes along who portrays all my suffering in his films, and I can go see them over and over again. They show the evil faces of those who play with the lives of others, the rich who pay no attention to the simple material needs of the poor. That’s why I felt compelled to take solace in that screenplay. I read it and it brings calm to my heart. It says the things I wish I could express.”

Close-Up (1990)