Famous Quotes Ipsum

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. nothing strengthens the judgement and quickens the conscience like individual responsibility. thou shalt not be a victim. thou shalt not be a perpetrator. above all, thou shalt not be a bystander. it's kind of fun to do the impossible. and may these characters remain / when all is ruin once again talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience. the only thing worth saying is what you really feel. the change of life comes when you meet yourself at a crossroads and you decide whether to be honest or not before you die. sit down before fact like a little child, and be prepared to give up every preconceived notion, follow humbly wherever and to whatever abyss nature leads, or you shall learn nothing. in our struggle for freedom, truth is the only weapon we possess. drop the question what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that fate allows you. you set up your place in my thoughts / moved in and made my thinking crowded. either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you. the obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply. they are composed like music. guided by his sense of beauty, and individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence (beethoven's music, death under a train) into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the composition of the individual's life. anna could have chosen another way to take her life. but the motif of death and the railway station, unforgettably bound to the birth of love, enticed her in her hour of despair with its dark beauty. without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress. do the thing you fear, and the death of fear is certain. creativity is the power to connect the seemingly unconnected. there must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but i don't know many of them. whenever i'm sad i'm going to die, or so nervous i can't sleep, or in love with somebody i won't be seeing for a week, i slump down just so far and then i say: 'i'll go take a hot bath.' a man can no more diminish god's glory by refusing to worship him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell. the choice may have been mistaken - the choosing was not. why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong? it's so sweet, i feel like my teeth are rotting when i listen to the radio. i preach there are all kinds of truths, your truth and somebody else's. but behind all of them there is only one truth and that is that there's no truth. horror is shock, a time of utter blindness. horror lacks every hint of beauty. all we can see is the piercing light of an unknown event awaiting us. sadness, on the other hand, assumes we are in the know. the unexamined life is not worth living. there are two ways to live your life, one is as though nothing is a miracle. the other is as though everything is a miracle..

Saturday found him for the first time strolling alone through zurich, breathing in the heady smell of his freedom. new adventures hid around each corner. the future was again a secret. we turn, not older with years, but newer every day. love is a great beautifier. everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. a book is a present you can open again and again. there is a certain kind of kid who is so in love with words that she kisses the pictures of authors on the jackets of books. i was one. all i ever wanted was to be a writer. though this yearning now seems like aspiring to be a blacksmith in the age of the automobile, my childhood image of what a writer did bestowed superhuman powers on the profession. a writer sat privately at her desk and made public things happen. the power was godlike. the sense of accomplishment had to be the same. making words slant across the page was like making rain. flowers grew in ink. hurricanes and revolutions were stirred up by the sound of pen scratching paper. he had a word, too. love, he called it. but i had been used to words for a long time. i knew that that word was like the other, just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear. tomboy. alright, call me a tomboy. tomboys get medals. tomboys win championships. tomboys can fly. oh, and tomboys aren't boys. think wrongly, if you please, but in all cases think for yourself. any job a man can do to make his way in the world is a decent job as long as he works hard and does his best. god didn't put sweat on a man's body for no reason. he put it there so he could work hard, cleanse himself and feel proud. hard workin' folks only smell bad to some folks who have nothing better to do but stick their noses in the air. the greatest complexity is the greatest simplicity. the more "complex" a system is, the more simple is its design. indeed, it is utterly elegant in its simplicity. the master understands this. that is why a highly evolved being lives in utter simplicity. who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught tangled in a woman's body? when you get into a tight place and it seems you can't go on, hold on, for that's just the place and the time that the tide will turn. it takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are. i look upon death to be as necessary to the constitution as sleep. we shall rise again refreshed in the morning. interesting that the beliefs of others are labeled mere superstitions, mr. todd. ours we call religion. there exists a passion for comprehension, just as there is a passion for music. that passion is rather common in children, but gets lost in most of us later on. even for me life had its gleams of sunshine. fame lost its appeal for me when i went into a public restroom and an autograph seeker handed me a pen and paper under the stall door. at the worst i accepted hollywood with the resignation of a ghost assigned to a haunted house. we are governed not by armies and police but by ideas. bush thinks he is still living in the age of cowboys, and that the world is like texas with himself as sheriff. how many joys are crushed under foot because people look up at the sky and disregard what is at their feet? as we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties, the inmost strength of the heart is developed. you know that place between sleep and awake? where you still remember dreaming? that's where i'll always think of you. the things we forget may as well never have happened, but she had many memories, both real and illusory, and that was like living twice. she used to tell her faithful friend, the sage tao chi'en, that her memory was like the hold of the ship where they had come to know one another: vast and somber, bursting with boxes, barrels, and sacks in which all of the events of her life were jammed. awake it was difficult to find anything in that chaotic clutter, but asleep she could, just as mama fresia had taught her in the gentle nights of her childhood, when the contours of reality were as faint as a tracery of pale ink. she entered the place of her dreams along a much traveled path and returned treading very carefully in order not to shatter the tenuous visions against the harsh light of consciousness. she put as much store in that process as others put in numbers, and she so refined the art of remembering that she could see miss rose bent over the crate of marseilles soap that was her first cradle. 'the horror of that moment,' the king went on,' i shall never, never forget!'<p> the fact is, i was a trifle beside myself; or rather out of myself, as the french would say: i was conscious that at moment's mutiny had already rendered me liable to strange penalties and, like any other rebel slave, i felt resolved, in my desperation, to go to all lengths. life moves pretty fast. if you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it. it's like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. now, you may get the 8-pak, or you may get the 16-pak, but it's all in what you do with the crayons--the colors-- that you're given. now don't worry about coloring inside the lines or outside the lines. i say, color outside the lines! color right off the page!.

Love is a great beautifier. lolita is famous, not i. i am an obscure, doubly obscure, novelist with an unpronounceable last name. does a hero know she's a hero if no one tells her? do you know a hero no one else knows? a hero doesn't have to save a busload of school kids from certain disaster; or score the winning point in the big game. a hero can be anyone who inspires you, anyone you look up to ,anyone who cheers you on, makes you feel better than you were before - just as they made themselves better then they were before. do you know a hero? tell her. then tell everyone else. i am woman, hear me roar! weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless. from my rotting body, flowers shall grow and i am in them and that is eternity. all religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. all these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man's life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom. perfection is achieved not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away..