That's the great secret of creativity. You treat ideas like cats: you make them follow you. If you try to approach a cat and pick it up, hell, it won't let you do it. You've got to say, Well, to hell...
Sure, it’s money runs the world, Doone agreed, seated there. But it is music that holds down the friction.
Sunsets we always liked because they only happen once and go away.But, Lena, that's sad.No, if the sunset stayed and we got bored, that would be a real sadness.
Somewhere on the Earth tonight, my Tylla, there is a Man with a Lever, which, when he pulls it, Will Save The World. The man is now unemployed. His switch gathers dust. He himself plays pinochle.
So, said Moundshroud. If we fly fast, maybe we can catch Pipkin. Grab his sweet Halloween corn-candy soul. Bring him back, pop him in bed, toast him warm, save his breath. What say, lads? Search and s...
So, lost, erased, you seek a lifetime's days for itAnd dig deep to find the sweet instructions there Put by when God first circuited and printed thee to life:Go hence! do this! do that! do yet another...
So the rest of the summer you could see the two little girls and Tom like wrens on a wire, on Mrs. Bentley’s front porch, waiting. And when the silvery chimes of the icicle man were heard, the front d...
Sleep is a patch of death, but three in the morn, full wide-eyed staring, is living death! You dream with your eyes open. God, if you had the strength to rouse up, you'd slaughter your half-dreams wit...
Since then, I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel,
She went away, and the fireflies, on their electric circuits, fluttered after her like an errant constellation, showing her how to walk in darkness. I heard her say, faintly, We've got to try, anyway.
She didn't want to know how a thing was done, but why.
She didn't want to know how a thing was done, but why. That can be embarrassing.
Second, writing is survival. Any art, any good work, of course, is that.
Ray Bradbury’s definition of a book is at the end, when he points out that we should not judge our books by their covers, and that some books exist between covers that are perfectly people-shaped.) —N...
Que el mundo arda a través de uno mismo.
One time, as a child in a power failure, his mother had found and lit a last candle and there had been a brief hour of rediscovery, of such illumination that space lost its vast dimensions and drew co...
Once in a lifetime anyway, it's nice to make a mistake if you think it'll do somebody some good, she
On the front porch where she had come to weigh them quietly with her eyes, her quietness a condemnation, the woman stood motionless.
Occasionally I wonder why I can be so happy. The answer is that every day of my life I’ve worked only for myself and for the joy that comes from writing and creating. The image in my mirror is not opt...
N’est-ce pas agréable de se promener à cette heure de la nuit ? J’aime humer les choses, regarder les choses, et il m’arrive de rester toute la nuit debout, à marcher, et de regarder le soleil se leve...