I’m no prophet. My job is making windows where there were once walls.
― Michel Foucault
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I’m no prophet. My job is making windows where there were once walls.
― Michel Foucault
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On the family tree of African American crime fiction, there is a direct genealogical link from Coffin Ed Johnson and Grave Digger Jones to Easy Rawlins and John Shaft, to Aaron Gunner, to Blanche White, to Marti MacAlister, to Larry Cole, to Cass Raines and Dayna Anderson.
~ S.A. Cosby via The New York Times
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The golden era for the depiction of food in art came with the popularization of the still life in seventeenth-century Holland. The first society to experience the problem of having too much money and too much stuff, the Dutch had multiple genres of food-related still lifes, each dealing in a different level of luxury. They began with the humble ontbijtjes, or breakfast paintings, to the slightly more elaborate banketjestukken or “little banquets,” and on to the kings of them all, the pronkstilleven, from the Dutch word for “ostentatious.”
~ Jacob Mikanowski
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Men love to wonder, and that is the seed of our science.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
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To promise not to do a thing is the surest way in the world to make a body want to go and do that very thing.
~ Mark Twain
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You call me a misanthrope because I avoid society. You err; I love society. Yet in order not to hate people, I must avoid their company.
~ Caspar David Friedrich
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