Suddenly, I was dogpaddling on mandolin. Todd Phillips.


Kalmus: By the way, what brings you to Tonto?
Tex Archer: Well…
Duke Evans: We’re-we’re looking for work. Done some entertainin’ in our time and folks say not bad… I’m considered the best mandolin picker in Arizona and Tex here, he hits mighty few sour notes on the vocal chords.
Sing, Cowboy, Sing 1937

Na paune le kera payo bokrai sita khayo. (Someone who had nothing got a banana, he ate it without peeling it)


Nepal Proverb
Wealth is both an enemy and a friend.

      The beauty of facing life. The beauty of facing life unprepared is tremendous. Then life has a newness, a youth; then life has a flow and freshness. Then life has so many surprises. And when life has so many surprises boredom never settles in you. OSHO.



No party is any fun unless seasoned with folly. Desiderius Erasmus


George Bernard Shaw
This is the true joy of life, the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clot of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the community, and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it what I can.

Ralph Waldo Emerson. This time like all times is a very good one if we but know what to do with it.

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‘It is very dangerous to go into eternity with possibilities which one has oneself prevented from becoming realities. A possibility is a hint from God. One must follow it.”

Sören Kierkegaard

Memory itself is an internal rumour. George Santayana, The Life of Reason


Reg, as he insisted on being called, had a memory that he himself had once compared to the Queen Alexandra Birdwing Butterfly in that it was colorful, flitted prettily hither and thither, and was now, alas, almost completely extinct.” – Douglas Adams, Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency

Everyone is kneaded out of the same dough but not baked in the same oven. Yiddish proverb


Adam Faith: “Coffee bars fell into two distinct categories: beatnik – all black polo necks and existentialism; and teeny-bop-beehive haircuts and bobby socks. There’d be a ground floor cafe, with linoleum floors and Formica tables [but] it was downstairs, at night, under the street, that the real action took place. The record industry, fuelled by the skiffle craze, began to explode. But everyone expected it to be a nine-day wonder. The old-timer agents would sit around in their old-timer agent restaurants, shaking their heads, muttering ‘It’ll all be over in a week or two'” 


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For at the window of my house I looked through my casement.


“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine
when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.”
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Writing is the flip side of sex – it’s good only when it’s over. Hunter S. Thompson


One hasn’t become a writer until one has distilled writing into a habit, and that habit has been forced into an obsession. Writing has to be an obsession. It has to be something as organic, physiological and psychological as speaking or sleeping or eating.
Niyi Osundare


It was a thunderingly beautiful experience voluptuous, sexual, dangerous, and expensive as hell. — Kurt Vonnegut, Jr


The beauty and mystery of life filled his mind; he meditated often and deeply. He thought about the progress through the air of the still-winged eagle, which no one yet understands; of the swift gliding of the snake across a stone; of a ship close-hauled to the wind; and above all, of that mystery of mysteries, on which both human life and human art are founded, the relation of man to woman.

He who has not been at a tavern knows not what a paradise it is. O holy tavern! O miraculous tavern! holy, because no carking cares are there, nor weariness, nor pain; and miraculous, because of the spits, which themselves turn round and round! Pietro Aretino


“Did you hear about the dyslexic agnostic insomniac who stays up all night wondering if there really is a Dog?” — Unknown


It is the spectators who make the pictures. (Marcel Duchamp)

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dāng jú zhě mí


You can’t see the forest for the trees, but onlookers see the whole game.

The participant’s perspective are clouded while the bystanders’ views are clear