Lisa Brennan-Jobs

Small Fry

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  • Ivanhas quoted6 years ago
    “That’s how it should have been,” my mother said after she saw a documentary about whales, who are born already knowing how to swim, drift, float. No diapers, no being stuck, no mind-numbing tasks.
  • Minhas quoted6 years ago
    If you still desire a thing, its time has not yet come. And when you have what you desired, you will have no more desire, instead you will have time. Weak desires protect you from disappointment. But nothing keeps you safer than being a visible ruin.
    —Fanny Howe, Indivisible
  • Minhas quoted6 years ago
    There’s no such thing as a color without a color around it. Even the color of the paper is not nothing. Everything matters, not just of itself, but in relation to everything else.
  • Sliderhas quoted5 years ago
    Instead, she had me, and I had two jobs: first, to protect her so that she could protect me; second, to shape her and rough her up so that she could handle the world, the way you sandpaper a surface to make the paint stick.
  • Ivanhas quoted6 years ago
    There’s no such thing as a color without a color around it. Even the color of the paper is not nothing.
  • Yaogong Wanghas quoted6 years ago
    before him, and at last devours them all at a mouthful. Such whales have I heard on o’ th’ land, who never leave gaping till they’ve swallowed the whole parish, church, steeple, bells, and
  • Ivanhas quoted6 years ago
    Hippies let dust collect in the corners of their houses.
  • Ivanhas quoted6 years ago
    “My father is Steve Jobs,” I said to the man. I wasn’t supposed to tell people who my father was. My mother watched, bemused—we were the only ones in the store.
  • Ivanhas quoted6 years ago
    The day after we returned from Tahoe, my father wanted to show us his new house. I hadn’t seen him for years, and I wouldn’t see him for years after that. The memory of this day, the outlandish house and my strange father, seemed surreal when I thought of it later, as if it hadn’t really happened.
    He came to pick us up in his Porsche.
  • Ivanhas quoted6 years ago
    she sent my father a picture of me sitting naked on a chair in our house, wearing only those Groucho Marx joke glasses with the big plastic nose and fake mustache.
    “I think it’s your kid!” she wrote on the back of the picture. He had a mustache then, and wore glasses and had a big nose.
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