"Quando digo que as pessoas que estão na caverna somos todos nós é porque damos muito mais atenção às imagens do que àquilo que a realidade é. Estamos lá dentro olhando uma parede, vendo sombras e acreditando que elas são reais."
We ride bikes alone; go on walks alone; troll bookstores alone, then go home and read alone.
On the one hand, it's nice to bop in and out of situations knowing people will smile and treat you well. Nice is like bubble gum — it's sugary and pleasant." But if all you ever get is nice, never flirty or risky, she says, that gum loses its flavor pretty quick, and the human experience becomes ultimately less rewarding. Even depressing.
Since arriving from Argentina, he's turned down the volume on his laugh, no longer reaches out to hug friends and has even stopped wearing his favorite loud red pants. Those first lonely years in the Northwest even gave him a bit of a taste for solitude.
[...] [S]he realized that when Seattleites say, "Let's do something sometime," what they really mean is: "Let's never do anything ever."
[...] A performance of La Traviata has much to enthrall a child: beautiful music, two parties, ball gowns, dancing, pretty scenery, love, straightforward moral issues that can later be discussed. An afternoon at such a performance will be meaningful for some children. In our era, in which information is electronically spoon-fed and young people's social skills are often less fully developed than their computer skills, exposure to moral and emotional situations in a theatrical setting may spark parts of a child's imagination that were previously dormant.
