Famous Quotes Ipsum

The individual is born of nature, but the artist is born of that individual, yearning to transcend the merely "natural" and to make complete that which, existentially, is forever incomplete, unrealized. 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. an illiterate underbred book . . . the book of a self-taught working man . . . egotistic, insistent, raw, striking, and ultimately nauseating. 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. feel the fear and do it anyway..

Curiosity is braver than rage. exploration is a nobler calling than combat. the unknown beckons to us, singing its siren song and making our hearts pound with fear and desire. words mean more than what is set down on paper - it takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning. your daughter has a quick and witty tongue. if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people. the people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, make them. have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause in a roomful of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you're all alone in the whole house? each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful, if you listen carefully. i have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws ere i'll weep. anyone can look for fashion in a boutique or history in a museum. the creative explorer looks for history in a hardware store and fashion in an airport. ordinary people believe only in the possible. extraordinary people visualize not what is possible or probable, but rather what is impossible. and by visualizing the impossible, they begin to see it as possible. give me a museum and i'll fill it. run for office? no. i've slept with too many women, i've done too many drugs, and i've been to too many parties. the world breaks us all. afterward, some are stronger at the broken places. every man's memory is his private literature. there is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go. there i am in younger days, stargazing / painting picture perfect maps / of how my life and love would be / not counting the unmarked paths / of misdirection / my compass, faith in love's perfection / i missed ten million miles of road / i should have seen.

I always give myself such very good advice, but i very seldom follow it. we are wise, wise women. we are giggling girls. if the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another. it's awfully hard to be b-b-brave when you are only a very small animal. why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong? they say that god is everywhere, and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse. all things are possible until they are proved impossible - and even the impossible, may only be so as of now. maybe that's not exactly how it happened. but that's the way it should have happened. and that's the way i like to remember it..