Poetry is like a curvy slide in a playground — an odd object, available to the public — and, as I keep explaining to my local police force, everyone should be able to use it, not just those of a certain age.

I wish Lemony Snicket made a million more poetry lists (or at least another one)

Nothing is more punk rock than surviving in a hungry sea of white noise.

What if you let someone who loves you rewrite your story?
Who would you be?

Hannibal always takes the time to acknowledge what we’re looking at and genuinely ask, true to form, how does that make you feel?

Hannibal is about, among other things, the experience of watching Hannibal

The idea behind this is that emotions are signals from the brain, intended to guide our behaviour. If we just observe them, it’s like saying “OK, got it, message received.” But if you resist them or wish them to go away, the brain is like “Hmm, the body is not getting my message. I’ll make it louder.”

Hemispheric neglect menaces our sense of reality with the intimation that we too may be missing entire regions of reality because our attention simply cannot be drawn to them.

The trick, of course, is to be intelligent enough and humble enough to recognize that you might be missing half of reality.

There’s an art to living in a time loop. You can bend your life around it, discover its exact contours.