March 29, 2014

"I claim them all," said the Savage at last.

Brave New World
By Aldous Huxley

"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."
"In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "you're claiming the right to be unhappy."
"All right then," said the Savage defiantly. "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."
"Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat, the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind." There was a long silence.
"I claim them all," said the Savage at last.
Mustapha Mond shrugged his shoulders. "You're welcome," he said.
(p. 215)

March 09, 2014

"There was something in the horror of that beautiful light that I liked."

Super quick excerpt before the finale of True Detective tonight -- less than half an hour away, ah! I meant to blog this sooner, it's a quote from a Daily Beast interview with Cary Fukunaga, director of all eight episodes of HBO's spectacular new series. He is so cool and talented. The whole interview is worth reading, but for some reason I really loved this quote.

"The image that always comes to my mind is one of a car driving along in the countryside, and there’s that light, especially in winter where everything is blue like a Magritte painting, and the sky is still light but it’s the last of its light, and I saw far, far away these guys on this plain. There was something in the horror of that beautiful light that I liked."

Finale starts in five minutes, BYE.