He ate it all. He had a big belly, and he ate it all. And he didn't have the dessert. He just finished the main course. He got the tomato and the Roquefort cheese dressing and everything, and then he lit the cigar. →

Mel Brooks sobre Hitchcock e comida.

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O vampiro de Franklin Cascaes.

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Sonja Barbaric - Man With Hat Made Out of Stars

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"It is a strange thing how little in general people know about the sky. It is the part of all creation in which nature has done more for the sake of pleasing man, more, for the sole and evident purpose of talking to him and teaching him, than in any other of her works, and it is just the part in which we least attend to her. There are not many of her other works in which some more material or essential purpose than the mere pleasing of man is not answered by every part of their organization; but every essential purpose of the sky might, as far as we know, be answered, if once in three days, or thereabouts, a great, ugly black rain cloud were brought up over the blue, and everything well watered, and so all left blue again till next time, with perhaps a film of morning and evening mist for dew. And instead of this, there is not a moment of any day of our lives, when nature is not producing scene after scene, picture after picture, glory after glory, and working still upon such exquisite and constant principles of the most perfect beauty, that it is quite certain it is all done for us, and intended for our perpetual pleasure. And every man, wherever placed, however far from other sources of interest or of beauty, has this doing for him constantly… the sky is for all; bright as it is, it is not “too bright, nor good, for human nature’s daily food,” it is fitted in all its functions for the perpetual comfort and exalting of the heart, for the soothing it and purifying it from its dross and dust. Sometimes gentle, sometimes capricious, sometimes awful, never the same for two moments together; almost human in its passions, almost spiritual in its tenderness, almost divine in its infinity, it is surely meant for the chief teacher of what is immortal in us, as it is the chief minister of chastisement or of blessing to what is mortal. And yet we never attend to it, we never make it a subject of thought…"

John Ruskin — Of the Open Sky (copiado daqui).

"O fato da indústria da motivação não dar mostras de exaustão reflete, talvez, o fato de que o efeito de seu alucinógeno edulcorado é passageiro, de que as pessoas precisam de doses cada vez maiores, e a intervalos cada vez menores, para sustentar o delírio de que o trabalho que fazem é o verdadeiro propósito de suas vidas. De que ser vendedor é mais importante, num sentido profundo, ontológico, do que ser zagueiro no time de várzea."

Carlos Orsi: Vivendo a vida motivada

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Lincoln Cathedral (Lincoln, Inglaterra)

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"I chose to be a writer in girlhood because books rescued me. They were the places where I could bring the broken bits and pieces of myself and put them together again, the places where I could dream about alternative realities, possible futures. They let me know firsthand that if the mind was to be the site of resistance, only the imagination could make it so. To imagine, then, was a way to begin the process of transforming reality. All that we cannot imagine will never come into being."

Bell Hooks - Narratives of Struggle

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Desenho de Franklin Cascaes.

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Konstantin Kalynovych - Caçando a Grande Coruja