Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass,its about learning to dance in the rain.
-Anonymous
Certain young men, of which I was one, lecture patient girl friends about how such a life of purity and denial makes perfect sense.
-Roger Ebert referring to Into the Wild
In truth, the only restrictions on our capacity to astonish ourselves and each other are imposed by our own minds.
-David Blaine
The first right on earth is the right of the ego.
-Howard Roark from The Fountainhead
Allah is the Greatest. I'm just the greatest boxer.
-Muhammad Ali
We are all capable of infinitely more than we believe. We are stronger and more resourceful than we know, and we can endure much more than we think we can.
-David Blaine
02/12/2009
This is what I learned about what being a writer meant in the early 1960s:
A writer always wears glasses and never combs his hair. Half the time he feels angry about everything and the other half depressed. He says very 'deep' things. He always has amazing ideas for the plot of his next novel, and hates the one he has just published. A writer has a duty and an obligation never to be understood by his own generation.. A writer understands about things with alarming names, like semiotics, epistemology, neoconcretism. When trying to seduce a woman, a writer says: 'I'm a writer', and scribbles a poem on a napkin. It always works. When invited to say what he is reading at the moment, a writer always mentions a book no one has ever heard of.
-Paulo Coelho
17/01/2010
This song is Copyrighted in U.S., under Seal of Copyright #154085, for a period of 28 years, and anybody caught singin it without our permission, will be mighty good friends of ours, cause we don't give a darn. Publish it. Write it. Sing it. Swing to it. Yodel it. We wrote it, that's all we wanted to do.
-Woody Guthrie
10/05/2010
I really believe what happens in the writing experience happens in the reading experience. If there is velocity in the writing, then there will be the same sort of momentum in the reading process.
-Micheal Connelly
26/05/2010
We just didn't read poetry. We let it drip through our tongues, like honey. Spirits soared, women swooned and Gods were created, gentlemen. Not a bad way to spend an evening, is it?
John Keating in The Dead Poets' Society
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