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Pic of the Day: “You weren’t followed?” “No.” “Better come in. Trust no one, Jim. Especially not in the mainstream.”
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Pic of the Day: “Way out west there was this fella… fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him. But he never had much use for it himself. Mr. Lebowski, he called himself ‘The Dude.’ Now, ‘Dude’ – that’s a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then there was a lot about the Dude that didn’t make a whole lot of sense to me.”
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Pic of the Day: “I am, beyond a doubt, the last of the old-timers. My name is Jack Crabb. And I am the sole white survivor of the Battle of Little Big Horn, uh, uh, popularly known as Custer’s Last Stand.”
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Pic of the Day: “The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.”
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Pic of the Day: “Random thoughts for Valentine’s Day, 2004. Today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap. I ditched work today. Took a train home to Montauk. I don’t know why. I’m not an impulsive person. I guess I just woke up in a funk this morning. I gotta get my car fixed.”
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Pic of the Day: “Our sun is dying. Mankind faces extinction. Seven years ago the Icarus project sent a mission to restart the sun but that mission was lost before it reached the star. Sixteen months ago, I, Robert Capa, and a crew of seven left earth frozen in a solar winter. Our payload a stellar bomb with a mass equivalent to Manhattan Island. Our purpose to create a star within a star… Eight astronauts strapped to the back of a bomb. My bomb. Welcome to the Icarus Two.”
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Pic of the Day: “There’s an old joke – um… two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of ’em says, “Boy, the food at this place is really terrible.” The other one says, “Yeah, I know; and such small portions.” Well, that’s essentially how I feel about life – full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness, and it’s all over much too quickly.”
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Pic of the Day: “Did you hear that? They shut down the main reactor. We’ll be destroyed for sure. This is madness.”
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Pic of the Day: “Come on, boys! The way you’re lolly-gaggin’ around here with them picks and them shovels, you’d think it was 120 degrees. It can’t be more than 114.”
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Pic of the Day: “Do you find me sadistic? You know, I bet I could fry an egg on your head right now, if I wanted to. You know, Kiddo, I’d like to believe that you’re aware enough even now to know that there’s nothing sadistic in my actions. Well, maybe towards those other… jokers, but not you. No Kiddo, at this moment, this is me at my most… masochistic.” “Bill, it’s your baby.“
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Pic of the Day: “Come to Los Angeles! The sun shines bright, the beaches are wide and inviting, and the orange groves stretch as far as the eye can see. There are jobs aplenty, and land is cheap. Every workingman can have his own house, and inside every house, a happy, all-American family. You can have all this, and who knows… you could even be discovered, become a movie star… or at least see one. Life is good in Los Angeles… it’s paradise on Earth.” Ha ha ha ha. That’s what they tell you, anyway.”
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Pic of the Day: “Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men’s stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning; ladies bathed before noon, after their 3 o’clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum. The day was twenty-four hours long, but it seemed longer. There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go and nothing to buy… and no money to buy it with. Although Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself… That summer, I was six years old.”
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Pic of the Day: “Did you know there are more people with genius IQs living in China than there are people of any kind living in the United States?”
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Pic of the Day: “I never knew the old Vienna before the war with its Strauss music, its glamour and easy charm. Constantinople suited me better. I really got to know it in the classic period of the black market. We’d run anything if people wanted it enough and had the money to pay.”
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Pic of the Day: “We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold.”
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