“I don't like standard beauty - there is no beauty without strangeness.”
Karl Lagerfeld (1933–2019) German fashion designer
Source: The Coldest Girl in Coldtown
“I don't like standard beauty - there is no beauty without strangeness.”
Karl Lagerfeld (1933–2019) German fashion designer
Holden Karnofsky (1981) American nonprofit executive
In a conversation https://intelligence.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/01-16-2014-conversation-on-existential-risk.pdf with Luke Muehlhauser and Eliezer Yudkowsky, January 2014; part of this is quoted by Carl Shulman in "Population ethics and inaccessible populations" https://reflectivedisequilibrium.blogspot.com/2014/08/population-ethics-and-inaccessible.html <br class="br">Context: So one crazy analogy to how my morality might turn out to work, and the big point here is I don't know how my morality works, is we have a painting and the painting is very beautiful. There is some crap on the painting. Would I like the crap cleaned up? Yes, very much. That's like the suffering that's in the world today. Then there is making more of the painting, that's just a strange function. My utility with the size of the painting, it's just like a strange and complicated function. It may go up in any kind of reasonable term that I can actually foresee, but flatten out, at some point. So to see the world as like a painting and my utility of it is that, I think that is somewhat of an analogy to how my morality may work, that it's not like there is this linear multiplier and the multiplier is one thing or another thing. It's: starting to talk about billions of future generations is just like going so far outside of where my morality has ever been stress-tested. I don't how it would respond. I actually suspect that it would flatten out the same way as with the painting.
“Wore it in a churchyard,
All arrayed with care;
And a painted rainbow
Shone above her there.”
Nathalia Crane (1913–1998) American writer
"The Vestal"
The Janitor's Boy And Other Poems (1924)
Context: p>Finally she faltered;
Saw at last, forsooth,
Every gaudy color
Is a bit of truth.
Then the gates were opened;
Miracles were seen;
That instructed damsel
Donned a gown of green;Wore it in a churchyard,
All arrayed with care;
And a painted rainbow
Shone above her there.</p
Stella Vine (1969) English artist
"Stella Vine's The Waltz at Museum of New Art" http://www.detroitmona.com/stella_vine.htm, Detroit Museum of New Art, (2006-09-15. <br class="br">On the subjects she paints.
“The edge of the sea is a strange and beautiful place.”
Rachel Carson (1907–1964) American marine biologist and conservationist
Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742–1799) German scientist, satirist
F160
Aphorisms (1765-1799), Notebook F (1776-1779)
“War does strange things to truth.”
Alastair Reynolds (1966) British novelist and astronomer
Nightingale (p. 268)
Short fiction, Galactic North (2006)