Famous Quotes Ipsum

The artist's life is in his work, and this is the place to observe him. we must not, in trying to think about how we can make a big difference, ignore the small daily differences we can make which, over time, add up to big differences that we often cannot foresee. a ship in a harbor is safe - but that is not what ships were made for. for as long as i can remember, i had been transparent to myself, unselfconscious, learning, doing, most of every day. now i was in my own way; i myself was a dark object i could not ignore. i couldn't remember how to forget myself. i didn't want to think about myself, to reckon myself in, to deal with myself every livelong minute on top of everything else - but swerve as i might, i couldn't avoid it. i was a boulder blocking my own path. i was a dog barking between my own ears, a barking dog who wouldn't hush. so this was adolescence..... i could lay here and read all night. i am not able to fall asleep without reading. you have that time when your brain has nothing constructive to do so it rambles. i fool my brain out of that by making it read until it shuts off. i just think it's best to do something right up until you fall asleep. 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 longer i live the more i become convinced that the only thing that matters in literature is the writer is first of all an enchanter. the heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night. the fear of death follows from the fear of life. a man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. they say that god is everywhere, and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse. my piano is a universe. those eighty-eight keys arrange the seven planets in musical scales, an aural cosmos. we are each of us angels with only one wing. and we can only fly embracing each other..

In the artist's own experience, of course, art is fundamentally indefinable, unsayable; there is something sacred about its demands upon the soul, something inherently mysterious in the forms it takes, no less than its contents. one can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar. i don't want my hair cut! i don't want my eyebrows up or down. i want them right where they are! i'm leaving now, and if anyone so much as makes a move to stop me, there'll be plenty of hair cut and it won't be mine! love is a great beautifier. i sincerely hope a new generation will stand up that says: let's develop our brains and not just our bodies. girls that will say to a christina aguilera: you think you're a strong woman because you show your red thong? get a grip and put on some clothes. i could lay here and read all night. i am not able to fall asleep without reading. you have that time when your brain has nothing constructive to do so it rambles. i fool my brain out of that by making it read until it shuts off. i just think it's best to do something right up until you fall asleep. it's strange that words are so inadequate. yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words. the only thing worth saying is what you really feel. you set up your place in my thoughts / moved in and made my thinking crowded. 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. 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. when the morning's freshness has been replaced by the weariness of midday, when the leg muscles give under the strain, the climb seems endless, and suddenly nothing will go quite as you wish - it is then that you must not hesitate. prayer is not an old woman's idle amusement. properly understood and applied, it is the most potent instrument of action. the realization that he was utterly powerless was like the blow of a sledgehammer, yet it was curiously as well. no one was forcing him into a decision. enough! or too much. seize the day. make your lives extraordinary. the unexamined life is not worth living. to look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is. at last to know it, to love it, for what it is, and then, to put it away. leonard, always the years between us, always the years, always the love, always the hours.....

Writers tend to devour people, themselves included. my piano is a universe. those eighty-eight keys arrange the seven planets in musical scales, an aural cosmos. the street corner where always, for years, in passing you felt, unexplained, a pang of despair, like nausea, till one night, late, late, on that spot you were struck, struck still, and again felt how her head had thrust to your shoulder. is not life a hundred times too short for us to bore ourselves?.