Quinn Skylark Quinnquotes

The fishing net is used to catch the fish. Let us take the fish and forget the net. The snare is used to catch hares. Let us take the hare and forget the snare. The word is used to convey ideas. When ideas are understood, we can forget the words. How delightful to be able to talk with such a man, who has forgotten the words!

--Chuang Tzu

Wednesday, January 11, 2006   09:17 a.m.


It's the way to educate your eyes. Stare. Pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long.

--Walker Evans

Tuesday, November 15, 2005   10:00 a.m.


In a theater it happened that a fire started offstage. The clown came out to tell the audience. They thought it was a joke and applauded. He told them again, and they became still more hilarious. This is the way, I suppose, that the world will be destroyed -- amid the universal hilarity of wits and wags who think it is all a joke.

--Søren Kierkegaard

Tuesday, October 4, 2005   01:11 p.m.


When [poetry] aims to express a love of the world it refuses to conceal the many reasons why the world is hard to love, though we must love it because we have no other, and to fail to love it is not to exist at all.

--Mark Van Doren

Tuesday, July 1, 2003   03:39 p.m.


There is no need for you to leave the house. Stay at your table and listen. Don't even listen, just wait. Don't even wait, be completely quiet and alone. The world will offer itself to you to be unmasked, it can't do otherwise, in raptures it will writhe before you.

--Franz Kafka

Friday, June 13, 2003   02:42 p.m.


Roaming through the jungle of “oohs” and “ahs,” searching for a more agreeable noise, I live a life of primitivity with the mind of a child and an unquenchable thirst for sharps and flats.

--Duke Ellington

Monday, May 12, 2003   09:04 a.m.


The whole idea, is to look at the television camera and present as much love as you possibly could to a person who might feel that he or she needs it.

-Fred Rogers

Tuesday, April 29, 2003   12:15 p.m.


Shit, that music was something, especially that woman singing. But I think tht kind of stuff stayed with me, you know what I mean? That kind of sound in music, that blues, church, back-road funk kind of thing, that southern, midwestern, rural sound and rhythm. I think it started getting into my blood on them spook-filled Arkansas back-roads after dark when the owls came out hooting.

Miles Davis

Thursday, February 27, 2003   09:35 a.m.


Were you to live three thousand years, or even thirty thousand, remember that the sole life which a man can lose is that which he is living at the moment; and furthermore, that he can have no other life except the one he loses. This means that the longest life and the shortest amount to the same thing. For the passing minute is every man's equal possession, but what has once gone by is not ours. Our loss, therefore, is limited to that one fleeting instant, since no one can lose what is already past, nor yet what is still to come -- for how can he be deprived of what he does not posses? So two things should be borne in mind. First, that all the cycles of creation since the beginning of time exhibit the same recurring patern, so that it can make no difference whether you watch the identical spectacle for a hundred years, or for two hundred, or for ever. Secondly, that when the longest- and shortest-lived of us come to die, their loss is precisely equal. For the sole thing of which any man can be deprived is the present; since this is all he owns, and nobody can lose what is not his.

--Marcus Aurellius, Meditations

Wednesday, February 19, 2003   09:23 a.m.


He handled the second slug with one hand. I did a fast wash-up in the bathroom and the bell of the timer went just as I got back. I cut the flame and set the coffee maker on a straw mat on the table. Why did I go into such detail? Because the charged atmosphere made every little thing stand out at a performance, a movement distinct and vastly important. It was one of those hypersensitive moments whell all your automatic movements, however long established, however habitual, become separate acts of will. You are like a man learning to walk after poliio. You take nothing for granted, absolutely nothing at all.

--Raymond Chandler, THE LONG GOODBYE

Sunday, June 23, 2002   03:49 p.m.


Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it. The man who knows how will always have a job. The man who also knows why will always be his boss. As to methods there may be a million and then some, but principles are few. The man who grasps principles can successfully select his own methods. The man who tries methods, ignoring principles, is sure to have trouble.

--Ralph Waldo Emerson

Wednesday, May 1, 2002   10:05 a.m.


I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

--Vladimir Nabokov

Monday, April 29, 2002   10:08 a.m.


O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

--William Blake

Monday, April 22, 2002   08:11 a.m.


I am not interested in the ephemeral—such subjects as the adulteries of dentists. I am interested in those things that repeat and repeat and repeat in the lives of the millions.

--Thornton Wilder

Monday, April 22, 2002   08:08 a.m.


I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark burn out in a brilliant blaze than it be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.

--Jack London

Wednesday, April 17, 2002   08:19 a.m.


There is a sumptuous variety about the New England weather that compels the stranger’s admiration—and regret. The weather is always doing something there; always attending strictly to business; always getting up new designs and trying them on people to see how they will go. But it gets through more business in Spring than in any other season. In the Spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of twenty-four hours.

--Mark Twain

Tuesday, April 16, 2002   01:15 p.m.


Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

--Ralph Waldo Emerson

Monday, April 15, 2002   10:24 a.m.


An optimist is a person who sees a green light everywhere, while the pessimist sees only the red stoplight…. The truly wise person is colorblind

--Albert Schweitzer

Friday, April 12, 2002   09:34 a.m.


Logical consequences are the scarecrows of fools and the beacons of wise men.

--Thomas Henry Huxley

Thursday, April 11, 2002   12:55 p.m.


Two gallons is a great deal of wine, even for two persons. Spiritually, the jugs may be graduated thus: Just below the shoulder of the first bottle, serious and concentrated conversation. Two inches farther down, sweetly sad memory. Three inches more, thoughts of old and satisfactory loves. An inch, thoughts of old and bitter loves. Bottom of the first jug, general and undirected sadness. Shoulder of the 2nd jug, black unholy despondency. Two fingers down, a song of death or longing. A thumb, every other song each one knows. The graduation stops here, for the trail splits and there is no certainty. From this point on anything can happen.

--John Steinbeck. Tortilla Flat.

Thursday, April 11, 2002   08:50 a.m.


You would not think any duty small, If you yourself were great.

--George Mcdonald

Thursday, April 11, 2002   08:24 a.m.


A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing.

--Oscar Wilde

Wednesday, April 10, 2002   03:41 p.m.


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