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My own experience is that once a story has been written, one has to cross out the beginning and the end. It is there that we authors do most of our lying.
- Anton Chekhov
courtesy of London Writer’s Club
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From Dr. Cyndi Burnett - Twitter
“Play is the highest form of research”- Albert Einstein.
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2012 Los Angeles Times Book Prize Winners
Team Attenberg 4evah, but still.
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“The human mind is capable of being excited without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this, and who does not further know, that one being is elevated above another, in proportion as he possesses this capability. It has therefore appeared to me, that to endeavour to produce or enlarge this capability is one of the best services in which, at any period, a Writer can be engaged; but this service, excellent at all times, is especially so at the present day. For a multitude of causes, unknown to former times, are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and, unfitting it for all voluntary exertion, to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor. The most effective of these causes are the great national events which are daily taking place, and the increasing accumulation of men in cities, where the uniformity of their occupations produces a craving for extraordinary incident, which the rapid communication of intelligence hourly gratifies. To this tendency of life and manners the literature and theatrical exhibitions of the country have conformed themselves.” — The folly of sensationalism: William Wordsworth on the news … in 1798. (via explore-blog)(via explore-blog)
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“There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man, true nobility is being superior to your former self.” — Ernest Hemingway (via lizattemptstoblog)(via scribnerbooks)
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Dr. Seuss had it all going on.
“I like nonsense; it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living; it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.” — Dr. Seuss
reblogged from Jacob Norby @ FB
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Vladimir Nabokov’s United States immigration ID, from the fascinating story of how he became an American.
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Diego:
Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. you are the mirror of the night. the violent flash of lightning. the dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter. my fingers touch your blood. All my joy is to feel life spring from your flower-fountain that mine keeps to fill all the paths of my nerves which are yours.
Frida Kahlo’s passionate handwritten love letters to Diego Rivera.
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“Writing is, in the end, that oddest of anomalies: an intimate letter to a stranger.” - Pico Iyer
from Kevin Berry @ Twitter
