Radiohead
- The Bends
Where do we go from here? The words are coming out all weird. Where are you now, when I need you? Alone on an aeroplane, falling asleep against the windowpane, my blood will thicken. I need to wash myself again, to hide all the dirt and pain, but I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath. And who are my real friends? Have they all got the bends? Am I really sinking this low?
Jack Handey
- Deep Thoughts
I hope if dogs ever take over the world, and they choose a king, they don't just go by size, because I bet there are some Chihuahuas with some good ideas.
Anonymous
- Confused
I am confused by these entries I have read from people complaining about coming here to type, not to read quotes or, as one person put it, to have an existential crisis. Aside from the fact that I find it rewarding to improve my typing while reading famous quotes, parts of novels, movie and television quotes, song lyrics, philosophical musings, and even stories and observations from "ordinary people," many I have never read before, what it is it exactly that these people want to type instead?
Anonymous
- Favorite/ Least favorite
I have only recently learned to type without looking at the keyboard and I am currently averaging about 55 wpm. I have discovered that I actually have a favorite word to type, one that comes up frequently enough anyway. It's "people." There is something oddly satisfying about that one. People. People. People. Least favorite: "Beautiful," though I am getting better at doing that one quickly. Thanks for reading, all you beautiful people.
Anonymous
- Gratitude?
We were discussing generosity and gratitude one day in my high school Civics class, and the teacher told a story that stuck with me. I've retold it many, many times over the years. As he was about to walk in to a McDonald's, a homeless man stopped him and asked for money for food. He answered that he would buy him some. He came out a short time later with a hamburger for the man, and handed him the bag. The man looked in the bag, looked up at my teacher, and said "What, no fries?"
Paddy Chayefsky
- Louise Schumacher - Network
This is your great winter romance, isn't it? Your last roar of passion before you settle into your emeritus years. Is that what's left for me? Is that my share? She gets the winter passion, and I get the dotage? What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to sit at home knitting and purling while you slink back like some penitent drunk? I'm your wife, damn it. And if you can't work up a whit of passion for me, the least I require is respect and allegiance. I hurt. Don't you understand that?
Terry Zwigoff
- Ghost World - Enid upsells at a movie theatre
Medium? Why, sir, do you not know that for a mere 25 cents more you can purchase a large beverage? And you know, I'm only telling you this because we're such good friends. Medium is really only for suckers who don't know the concept of value.
Radiohead
- Airbag
In the next world war, in a jackknifed juggernaut, I am born again. In the neon sign, scrolling up and down, I am born again. In an interstellar burst, I am back to save the universe. In a deep, deep sleep of the innocent, I am born again. In a fast German car, I'm amazed that I survived; an airbag saved my life. In an interstellar burst, I am back to save the universe.
Jack Handey
- Deep Thoughts
To me, it's always a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when you walk around. That way if anybody says "Hey, can you give me a hand?," you can say "Sorry, got these sacks."
