Quotes About Contrast

I love heavy music. I keep Flume nice and melodic, so I save the angry, testosterone-fueled heavy stuff for What So Not. I think it's a good defining thing for the two projects.

Despair is perfectly compatible with a good dinner, I promise you.

Beauty deprived of its proper foils and adjuncts ceases to be enjoyed as beauty, just as light deprived of all shadows ceases to be enjoyed as light.

I often have deer on my property and there's a fox and owls. You're not going to see that in the city.

The natural world is often bleak, but the language devoted to it is as careful as needlepoint and prophetic as well.

The prosperous can not easily form a right idea of misery.

I tend to work on the principle that much humour relies on cognitive dissonance - on the foreground not matching the background, on the protagonist's response to a situation being inappropriate, and so on.

Innocence does not find near so much protection as guilt.

The pain is good, as long as you're not laughing.

black evil is outlined clearest to our eyes by the blaze of virtue

I'd never want my muse to be a singer of nothing but disaster.

Positive psychologists' claims contrast with the results of sociological studies that relate increasing individualism to higher rates of depression and even suicide in developed as well as in developing countries.

The garden looks wonderful, Mama, I would always say when we arrived back at the house. It's chaos, darling. I like chaos.

With everyone lounging around, eating sleeping, sunning, pooping, it looks like some weird combat version of an outdoor rock festival.

It was like the Easter Bunny met an agent of death.

Comparisons are odious.

any one who has been to an English public school will always feel comparatively at home in prison. It is the people brought up in the gay intimacy of the slums, Paul learned, who find prison so soul destroying.

Outside the windows the cars swept past continuously, out of town, into town, lights ablaze, radios at full throttle. "I wither slowly in thine arms," he read. "Here at the quiet limit of the world," and repeated to himself: "Here at the quiet limit of the world. Here at the quiet limit of the world"… as a monk will repeat a simple pregnant text, over and over again in prayer.

It was during that term that I began to realise that Sebastian was a drunkard in quite a different sense to myself. I got drunk often, but through an excess of high spirits, in the love of the moment, and the wish to prolong and enchant it; Sebastian drank to escape.

The soft rush of taxis by him, and laughter, laughters hoarse as a crow's, incessant and loud, with the rumble of the subways underneath - and over all, the revolutions of light, the growings and recedings of light - light dividing like pearls - forming and reforming in glittering bars and circles and monstrous grotesque figures cut amazingly on the sky.

I did not faintly resemble a rose.

You know I'm old in some ways-in others-well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.

It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.

I want to die violently instead of fading out sentimentally.