For thirty minutes I sat back and felt the glimmer of pride that historically precedes the most catastrophic falls.
Music. It’s not about those things. It’s about a feeling. It’s about expressing yourself. It’s about letting go.
When Eve ate the apple her knowledge increased. But God liked dumb women so Paradise ceased. Gwen Goodnight. Her Work.
I was surprised. I'd always associated belief in heaven with, frankly, a kind of intellectual disengagement. But Gus wasn't dumb.
His resiliency was not the resiliency of the dumb but of a lamb who can remember hurt but cannot sustain the anger or the bitterness that brittles the heart.
I mean, Eighteen years old is the age of consent in Europe and you can go anywhere and do anything you like. In America, it is dumb. At eighteen you should be able to do anything that you like, except get married.
Dumbing down takes many forms: art that is good for you, museums that flatter you, universities that increase your self-esteem. Culture, after all, is really about you.
It's one of those dumb days where nothing's really wrong but nothing's really right either and the sky can't even choose to be white or gray.
You're a vampire?" "Yes." "So what does that make me, your victim?" "You're clearly not as dumb as you look.
Alcohol. It sucks the life out of a face and replaces it with its own dumb shine of inanity. It’s up to you. If you want to lose yourself, have a drink.
You dumb-ass ape, get your hand off me. What—are you the first in your family to be born without a tail?
A metric fuckton of dumb so epically mind-destroyingly beyond a bad idea that there's not a chance they would go there.
I didn’t say you weren’t smart. I said you were stupid.” “I guess I’m too dumb to see the difference.
It was a dumb mistake, sleeping with her, and I learned from the experience. Still, I’d gladly make the same mistake tonight if she calls.
You dumb-ass," I crooned, kissing her on the forehead. "You don't share me. You own me.
This isn't the kind of story where understanding makes you smart, or not understanding makes you dumb.
Ethan Wyeth: I hope you're thirsty." Gideon Wyeth:"Why?" Ethan: "Cause your dumb and ugly, but I can do something about thirsty.
I don't believe in elitism. I don't think the audience is this dumb person lower than me. I am the audience.
Without books, God is silent, justice dormant, natural science at a stand, philosophy lame, letters dumb, and all things involved in darkness.
For me, it always comes back to the blogger, the author, the designer, the developer. You build software for that core individual person, and then smart organisations adopt it and dumb organisations die.
*Live fast, die young, and, leave a good looking corpse.* is dumb. When dead, looks matters not. (Furthermore, the corpse will only look good for a day, or, twelve.)
