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Cotton rows crisscross the world. And dead-tired nights of yearning. Thunderbolts on leather strops. And all my body burning. Sugar cane reach up to God. And every baby crying. Shame a blanket of my night. And all my days are dying Maya Angelou
John Steinbeck quote: "it was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate..."
it was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials. John Steinbeck
I think that at a certain age, say fifteen or sixteen, poetry is like masturbation. But later in life good poets burn their early poetry, and bad poets publish it. Thankfully I gave up rather quickly. Umberto Eco
For in grief nothing "stays put." One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral? But if a spiral, am I going up or down it? How often -- will it be for always? -- how often will the vast emptiness astonish me like a complete novelty and make me say, "I never realized my loss till this moment"? The same leg is cut off time after time. C. S. Lewis
I’m dazzled by your facility. In ten days you’ll have written six stories! I don’t understand it… I’m like one of those old aqueducts: there’s so much rubbish cogging up the banks of my thought that it flows slowly, and only spills from the end of my pen drop by drop. Gustave Flaubert
Writing comics? Still the best job in the world. I sit around all day making shit up and see it illustrated, in 99% of cases, exactly as I imagined it -- if not better. I've been doing this a long time now, and I'm going to do it until I die. Which probably won't be long, given the constant insane deadline pressure. Warren Ellis
Friedrich Nietzsche quote: "You look up when you wish to be exalted. And I look down..."
You look up when you wish to be exalted. And I look down because I am exalted. Friedrich Nietzsche
Dave Eggers quote: "If you don't want anyone to know about your existence, you..."
If you don't want anyone to know about your existence, you might as well kill yourself. You're taking up space, air. Dave Eggers
I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now...Come further up, come further in! C. S. Lewis
What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don't want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don't want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you. Jeanette Winterson
Our youth now love luxury. They have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for their elders and love chatter in place of exercise; they no longer rise when elders enter the room; they contradict their parents, chatter before company; gobble up their food and tyrannize their teachers. Socrates
Douglas Adams quote: "Would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad..."
Would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now? Douglas Adams
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming 'Wow! What a ride! Hunter S. Thompson
We feel cold, but we don't mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn't feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It's worth being cold for that. Philip Pullman
Aleksia laughed at her, putting a world of scorn and withering contempt into her voice--just as Kay would probably do in a temper. In fact, everything that she was doing now was to test her to see if her own self-worth was strong enough to stand up to the worst the one she loved could deliver. It is so much harder to take a hint of scorn from the beloved than a verbal battering from an enemy........Kay would always be more intelligent, more clever than Gerda was. She had to know, deep... Mercedes Lackey

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