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The engine that gives its mysterious inner life to a work of art must be the subterranean expression of a wish, working its way to the surface of a narrative. my first thought about art, as a child, was that the artist brings something into the world that didn't exist before, and that he does it without destroying something else, a kind of refutation of the conservation of matter. that still seems to me its central magic, its core of joy. loyalty to a petrified opinion never yet broke a chain or freed a human soul. change only takes place through action. think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy. the act of writing is the act of discovering what you believe. talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience. i have not lived as a woman. i've lived as a man. i've just done what i damn well wanted to and i've made enough money to support myself and i ain't afraid of being alone. the opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth. we all agree that your theory is crazy, but is it crazy enough? the obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply. history is particularly important in throwing light on the source of our attitudes about sex because many of the assumptions we make are not necessarily scientific or rational but holdovers of past belief systems that are no longer held by modern society. our day-to-day life is bombarded with fortuities, or, to be more precise, with the accidental meetings of people and events we call coincidence. i have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws ere i'll weep. it takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are. the fear of death follows from the fear of life. a man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. we don't say everything that we could / so that we can say later / "oh, you misunderstood" keep your face to the sunshine, and you cannot see the shadows. why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong? we can't all, and some of us don't. that's all there is to it. every now and then, everybody is entitled to too much perfection. we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. goodbyes always make my throat hurt . . . i need more hellos..

All art is quite useless. i mean, even the most spiritual person loves to go shopping. there is something very wonderful in music. words are wonderful enough; but music is even more wonderful. it speaks not to our thoughts as words do; it speaks straight to our hearts and spirits, to the very core and root of our souls. music soothes us, stirs us up; it puts noble feelings in us; it melts us to tears; we know not how - it is a language by itself, just as perfect, in its way, as speech, as words. footfalls echo in the memory / down the passage we did not take / towards the door we never opened / into the rose garden a wizard is never late. nor is he early. he arrives precisely when he means to..

He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying. when i get a little money, i buy books; and, if any is left, i buy food and clothes. i am not quite sure how writing changes things, but i know that it does. it is indirect - like the trails of earthworms aerating the earth. it is not always deliberate - like the tails of glowing dust dragged by comets. but it does have an effect on the cosmos. before things are written down they don't exist in quite the same way. the act of fixing them in words gives them a kind of currency that can be traded. the only thing worth saying is what you really feel. it is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it. be content with what you have, rejoice in the way things are. when you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you. her guilty conscience was as vague as original sin. early in the novel that tereza clutched under her arm when she went to visit tomas, anna meets vronsky in curious circumstances: they are at the railway station when someone is run over by a train. at the end of the novel, anna throws herself under a train. this symmetrical composition - the same motif appears at the beginning and at the end - may seem quite 'novelistic' to you, and i am willing to agree, but only on condition that you refrain from reading such notions as 'fictive', 'fabricated', and 'untrue to life' into the word 'novelistic'. because human lives are composed in precisely such a fashion. in languages that form the word 'compassion' not from the root 'suffering' but from the root 'feeling', the word is used in approximately the same way, but to contend that it designates a bad or inferior sentiment is difficult. the secret strength of its etymology floods the word with another light and gives it a broader meaning: to have compassion (co-feeling) means not only to be able to live with others' misfortune but also able to feel with him any emotion - joy, anxiety, happiness, pain. this kind of compassion therefore signifies the maximal capacity of affective imaginations, the art of emotional telepathy. in the hierarchy of sentiments, then, it is supreme. for tomorrow may rain, so i'll follow the sun. i say to mankind, be not curious about god. for i, who am curious about each, am not curious about god - i hear and behold god in every object, yet understand god not in the least. walter turned on the radio: electric violins wailing, twisted romance, the four-square beat of heart break. trite suffering, but suffering nonetheless. the entertainment business. what voyeurs we all have become. but you will,' the queen said, 'if you don't make a memorandum of it.'</p> watching stars without you, my soul cries for man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, perfectly alive..
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