Quotes About Culture

Ei, si lucrurile produse in serie au devenit mai simple. Odinioara, cartile ii interesau doar pe cativa oameni, risipiti ici, colo. Le dadea mana sa fie altfel decat ceilalti. Lumea era incapatoare. Dar dupa aceea lumea s-a umplut de ochi, de coate, de guri. Populatia a crescut de doua ori, de trei ori, de patru ori. Filmele si radioul, revistele si cartile au devenit toate o apa si-un pamant, un fel de coca facuta dupa aceeasi reteta.

La gente no habla de nada. Citan automóviles, ropas, piscinas, y dicen ¡qué bien! Pero siempre repiten lo mismo, y nadie dice nada diferente. [...] ¿Ha estado en los museos? Todo es abstracto. Mi tío dice que antes era distinto, Hace mucho tiempo los cuadros decían cosas, y hasta representaban gente

whose sole knowledge, as I say, of Hamlet was one-page digest in a book that claimed: now at least you can read all the classics; keep up with your neighbours. Do you see? Out of the nursery into the college and back to the nursery; there's your intellectual pattern for the past five centuries or more.

Ours is a culture and a time immensely rich in trash as it is in treasures. Sometimes it is a little hard to tell the trash from the treasure, so we hold back, afraid to declare ourselves.

I was considering the whole social atmosphere: the impact of TV and radio and the lack of education. I could see the coming event of schoolteachers not teaching reading anymore. The less they taught, the more you wouldn't need books.

That's all we live for, isn't it? For pleasure, for titillation? And you must admit our culture provides plenty of these.

Anything that's strange is no good to the average American.

What do we want in this country, above all? People want to be happy, isn't that right? Haven't you heard it all your life? I want to be happy, people say. Well, aren't they? Don't we keep them moving, don't we give them fun? That's all we live for, isn't it? For pleasure, for titillation? And you must admit our culture provides plenty of these.

I want to be happy, people say. Well, aren't they? Don't we keep them moving, don't we give them fun? that's all we live for, isn't it? For pleasure, for titillation? And you must admit our culture provides plenty of these.

It's not books you need, it's some of the things that once were in books.

for it is this modern Occidental civilization which, since about the middle of the thirteenth century, has been—quite literally—the only innovating civilization in the world.

Ona and Yagan people.

there is everywhere in the civilized world a rapidly rising incidence of vice and crime

the "guiding idea" of his work was to find "the commonality of themes in world myths, pointing to a constant requirement in the human psyche for a centering in terms of deep principles.

mythology is an interior road map of experience, drawn by people who have traveled it.

The main motifs of the myths are the same, and they have always been the same. If you want to find your own mythology, the key is with what society do you associate? Every mythology has grown up in a certain society in a bounded field. Then they come into collision and relationship, and they amalgamate, and you get a more complex mythology.

My definition of mythology is "other people's religion," which suggests that ours must be something else. My definition of religion, then, is "misunderstood mythology"—and the misunderstanding consists in mistaking the symbol for the reference.

You must understand that each religion is a kind of software that has its own set of signals and will work.

Fine fellows—cannibals—in their place.

Fine fellows—cannibals—in their place. They were men one could work with, and I am grateful to them.

She walked with measured steps, draped in striped and fringed cloths, treading the earth proudly, with a slight jingle and flash of barbarous ornaments. She carried her head high; her hair was done in the shape of a helmet; she had brass leggings to the knee, brass wire gauntlets to the elbow, a crimson spot on her tawny cheek, innumerable necklaces of glass beads on her neck; bizarre things, charms, gifts of witch-men, that hung about her, glittered and trembled at every step.

one moment and bright the next. When the manager, escorted by the pilgrims, all of them armed to the teeth, had gone to the house, this chap came on board. 'I say, I don't like this. These natives are in the bush,' I said. He assured me earnestly it was all right. 'They are simple

And Mrs Verloc, in her varied experience, had come to the conclusion that some foreigners could speak better English than the natives.

Originea sa cea mai direct? se afla în declaraÈ›ia c? era un rus. Orice aÈ™tepta el de la via?? urma s? i se dea, ori s? i se refuze, doar prin aceast? filiaÈ›ie. Imensa familie suferea acum din cauza disensiunilor interne, iar el se sustr?gea mental din diferend, aÈ™a cum orice om de bun-simÈ› s-ar abÈ›ine de la a lua partea cuiva într-o violent? ceart? de familie.