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Quote by Steig Larsson

“She was like a nagging itch, repellent and at the same time tempting.”

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Steig Larsson was a Swedish journalist and author known for his investigative reporting on social issues. His most famous work is the Millennium series of novels, which have gained immense popularity worldwide and have been adapted into films and television series. more

“Structural truth at all costs war their motto and all buildings which attempted to conceal the true nature of their construction, or to disguise the materials in which they were carried out, stood convicted of acting a lie. That a high proportion of the buildings which many generations of man-kind had agreed to regard as masterpieces failed to reach this exalted standard was held to be quite irrelevant. Unfortunately the new theory did not in practice prove quite so easy to carry out satisfactorily as hoped. Simplicity is not invariably and on every occasion a virtue, and while desperate attempts to lend some transient interest to a hopelessly uninspired structure by a top-dressing of cornice and pilasters are doubtless reprehensible, the bright, unvarnished truth tends too often to be even more depressing. After all few of us, by and large, look our best in the nude.”

Architecture Skyscrapers Brutalism

Book:Here, of All Places

Source: Here, of All Places

“I'd like the whole world to be built on these terms, but for now, let's cherish the Barbican and what it means.”

Design London Architecture Planning Futuristic Ideal World City Of London Communal Life Brutalism Idealisme

Book:Barbican Residents: Inside the Iconic Brutalist Estate

Source: Barbican Residents: Inside the Iconic Brutalist Estate

“And I suppose you’re going to sit beside me every single class?” “I don’t know. You seem like an angry student. I’m not sure I want the prof associating me with you.”

Livie One Tiny Lie Aston

Author:K A Tucker

“It doesn’t even—” one word “hurt ” was supposed to come out of my mouth. Instead, a string of obscenities to make a lifelong sailor proud shoot out. “What thefuck are you doing? Shit! You don’t pour it on like that, you fucking jackhole! Fuck!” I’m seething in pain, the sting agonizing. Ashton isn’t paying any heed, turning my hand this way and that to examine it closer. “Looks clean.” “Yeah, because you just bleached the shit out of it!” “Relax. It’ll stop stinging soon. Distract yourself by staring at me while we wait for this to settle down. That’s how you got yourself into this mess to begin with . . .”