Curiosity both did and did not kill Schrodinger’s cat.
This May 21st rapture thing is going to create a lot of genetically inferior February babies.
Rainbows and cupcakes and dreams. All of these live in the magic world of Happy-Wonderful Land, but only one of them is edible: sugary, creamy, sinfully fudgy cupcakes. Technically, dreams would also count if you sauteed them long enough.
—Squishable ad copy
If it’s a good idea and it gets you excited, try it, and if it bursts into flames, that’s going to be exciting too. People always ask, “What is your greatest failure?” I always have the same answer – We’re working on it right now, it’s gonna be awesome!
— Jim Coudal
I’m starting a band that only plays polka songs about Nostradamus’s predictions. We’ll call ourselves Accordion to Prophecy.
Reality’s weirdly uninterested in what you believe.
If he was alive, I bet Hemingway would write some pretty terse teen vampires.