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Tuesday
Mar312015

Walter Kirn

Art, art of any kind, shows that folks are trying.

Everyone loves a witch hunt as long as it's someone else's witch being hunted.

Just breathing can be such a luxury sometimes.

I still believe in love. I always will. It's my blessing and my burden.

He knows, as all the cleverest ones do, that no human being is so interesting that he can't make himself more interesting still by acting retarded at random intervals. 

I've been told my old city possesses a 'thriving arts scene,' whatever that is; personally, I think artists should lie low and stick to their work, not line-dance through the parks.

To apologize for your personal absolutes, for what Sandy Pinter calls your “Core Attachments,” means apologizing for your very existence.

Overpopulation has a ceiling: earth’s total surface area divided by the dimensions of one economy seat. One more baby is born and hello cannibalism.

Sometimes, when a person is truly lost in this world, suffocating inside her private bubble where all she can hear is her own droning heartbeat, a touch can be enough.

Love is a powerful painkiller.

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