Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them, at all. The magic is only in what the books have to say, how th...
Biz Dünyalılar, büyük ve güzel şeyleri yıkmak konusunda hünerliyizdir.
Because I wanted to do, I did. Where I wanted to feed, I fed.
Be pragmatic, then. If you’re not happy with the way your writing has gone, you might give my method a try. If you do, I think you might easily find a new definition for Work. And the word is LOVE. 19...
And a last thought from Tom: O Mr. Moundshroud, will we EVER stop being afraid of nights and death? And the thought returned: When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears...
And Quell asked, 'Ah, but what is nature?'Socrates answered, sparks showering, 'God surprising himself with odd miracles of flesh.
И если утонете по дороге, так хоть будете знать, что плыли к берегу.
It takes writing a billion bad words before you get to the good ones.
Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't "try" to do things. You simply "must" do things.
Love is easy, and I love writing. You can't resist love. You get an idea, someone says something, and you're in love.
–¿A la gente de color no le gusta El negrito Sambo? Quémalo. ¿Los blancos se sienten incómodos con La cabaña del tío Tom? Quémalo. ¿Alguien escribió una obra acerca del tabaco y el cáncer pulmonar? ¿L...
ذا كانت الحكومة فاشلة، على وشك الانهيار ، تفرض ضرائب بجنون فليكن ! فذلك أفضل بكثير من أن ينشغل بها الناس . فليفرح الناس بالمكسب فى المسابقات التى تتطلب أن يعرفوا كلمات الأغانى المشهورة أو أسماء العواص...
الناس لايتحدثون عن أي شيء. يذكرون اسماء كثيرة لسيارات، وملابس، وحمامات سباحة، ويتعجبون من جمالها! ولكنهم جميعا يقولون الأشياء نفسها ولا يقول أي منهم شيئا جديدا
Первое, что узнаешь в жизни, — это что ты дурак. Последнее, что узнаешь, — это что ты все тот же дурак.
О, какво незабравимо блаженство — да лежиш в такава нощ сред уханието на папрат и треви, в нощта на шепнещите сънливи гласове, които правеха този мрак още по-сънлив. Възрастните бяха забравили, че той...
Лъхна го на Дъглас. На пот, на трева, на мирис на дървета, на клони и на ручей.
Вземи лятото в ръка, налей си лято в чашата, в мъничка чашка, разбира се, в най-мъничката детска чашка; смени сезона в своята кръв, като повдигнеш чашата до устните и в тях излееш лято.
Insanlar daha çok meşaleye benziyorlardı;birileri üfleyinceye kadar yanarlardı.Ne kadar nadir diğer insanların yüzleri sizi sizden alıp,kendi duygularınızı en titrek düşüncelerinizi sizlere yansıtırdı...
How we get our fingers in each other’s clay. That’s friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of the other.
Chain-smoking, chapter by chapter, all the silly things the words mean, all the false promises, all the second-hand notions and time-worn philosophies.