I step on a land mine every morning and spend the rest of the day picking up the pieces. — Ray Bradbury, Learning is solitary pursuit for Bradbury
From the Spartanburg Herald-Journal, October 17, 1990
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Calibrated Telescope Kew Observatory - Encyclopedia Britannica 1878 by AndyBrii http://flic.kr/p/dFfXwz

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Calibrated Telescope Kew Observatory - Encyclopedia Britannica 1878 by AndyBrii http://flic.kr/p/dFfXwz

Oh I know we’re not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don’t care that we don’t. — Dylan Thomas, November or December 1936
From The Love Letters of Dylan Thomas (via liquidnight)
I don’t know any more. I used to know, but I lost the knowledge a long time ago. A man can’t go along indefinitely carrying around in his pocket a key that doesn’t fit anything. — J.D. Salinger, “A Girl I Knew” (via liquidnight)
An education isn’t how much you have committed to memory, or even how much you know. It’s being able to differentiate between what you do know and what you don’t. Anatole France:  French novelist (1844 - 1924) | The Quotations Page
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Brain Snacks 

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Brain Snacks 

As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know. — Carl Gustav Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections (via liquidnight)
I don’t like work—no man does—but I like what is in the work—the chance to find yourself. Your own reality—for yourself, not for others—what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means. — Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness (via liquidnight)
The Edge… There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. — Hunter S. Thompson, Hell’s Angels (via liquidnight)