Quotes About Culture

Klasyka, to to, co wszyscy chcieliby przeczyta? i czego nikt nie czyta.

Zanim przyjechaÅ'em [do Niemiec], nie wiedziaÅ'em, po co istnieje wieczno??. Teraz ju? wiem. By niektórym z nas da? szansÄ™ nauczenia siÄ™ niemieckiego. SÄ…dzÄ™, ?e tylko Bóg jest w stanie przeczyta? niemieckÄ… gazetÄ™.

No Protestant child exists who does not masturbate. That art is the earliest accomplishment his religion confers upon him. Also the earliest her religion confers upon her.

I think that all this courteous lying is a sweet and loving art, and should be cultivated.

If You don't read good books, then you are no better than an unlettered Man

At the time I would have endorsed the radical notions of R. D. Laing that insanity was a sane reaction to an insane society. Leaving the insane society to set up an independent self-sufficient commune seemed like a very sensible noble brave thing to do—plus it figured to be good for my mental health. Had I gone crazy in Boston or New York I would have blamed my culture and society without a second thought. The arguments were all packed, polished, and ready to fly.

Only in today's sick society can a man be persecuted for reading too many books.

He watched them grow, until eventually, great forests of words had risen throughout Germany.... It was a nation of farmed thoughts.

He was into the skating culture now and I was into, well, I'm not sure what I was into. I was into roaming around on my own, and I enjoyed it.

One thing I've noticed about the Germans: They seem very fond of pigs.

His first plan of attack was to plant the words in as many areas of his homeland as possible. He planted them day and night, and cultivated them. He watched them grow, until eventually, great forests of words had risen throughout Germany.... it was a nation of farmed thoughts.

One thing I've noticed about the Germans: They seem very fond of pigs.

el judaísmo no dejaba de ser una etiqueta,...

One of the things I fucking hate about my fellow Americans: whenever they fly to a foreign country, first thing they do, they try to find as much of America as they can get their hands on, even if it's food in the shitty cafeteria.

Jamaica never gets worse or better, it just finds new ways to stay the same.

The job of art is not to store moments of experience but to explore environments that are otherwise invisible. Art is not a retrieval system of precious moments of past cultures. Art has a live, ongoing function. McLuhan CD-ROM

War and the fear of war have always been considered the main incentives to technological extension of our bodies. Indeed, Lewis Mumford, in his The City in History, considers the walled city itself an extension of our skins, as much as housing and clothing. More even than the preparation for war, the aftermath of invasion is a rich technological period; because the subject culture has to adjust all its sense ratios to accommodate the impact of the invading culture.

Innumerable confusions and a profound feeling of despair invariably emerge in periods of great technological and cultural transitions. Our Age of Anxiety is, in great part, the result of trying to do today's job with yesterday's tools—with yesterday's concepts.

Professionalism is environmental. Amateurism is anti-environmental.

In the age of instant information man ends his job of fragmented specializing and assumes the role of information-gathering. Today information-gathering resumes the inclusive concept of "culture" exactly as the primitive food-gatherer worked in complete equilibrium with his entire environment. Our quarry now, in this new nomadic and "workless" world, is knowledge and insight into the creative processes of life and society.

Homer's Iliad was the cultural encyclopedia of pre-literate Greece, the didactic vehicle that provided men with guidance for the management of their spiritual, ethical, and social lives.

Mediumul este mesajul.

Maud (like my mother) thought food did a lot more than just fill you up.

Marie the Second sported a bright tignon to signal her status and identity. She flaunted her turban, gold jewelry, and a proud walk that announced to all that saw her -- I am not white, not slave, not black, not French, not Negro, not African American. I am a free woman, a Creole of New Orleans.