#am

When Lincoln was asked if God was on the Union’s side, Lincoln’s unvarying response was that what was really important was whether they were on God’s side. ↗

— Joe L. Wheeler

#faith #god #history #courage

Finally, after a lot of searching and digging, it was simply the love of family that gave me a road into the character. Once I got into that, and we delved into what it would be like to survive cancer and the ability to see how precious life is, it became easier to play her. ↗

— Jeanne Tripplehorn

#after #became #cancer #character #delved

That's not precisely what I had in mind." Jamie, I had found out by accident a few days previously, had never mastered the art of winking one eye. Instead, he blinked solemnly, like a large red owl. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#art

It's funny how the beauty of art has so much more to do with the frame than the artwork itself. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#artwork #frame #art

I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality. ↗

— Frida Kahlo

#i #my own #never #nightmares #own

(about organizing books in his home library, and putting a book in the "Arts and Lit non-fiction section) I personally find that for domestic purposes, the Trivial Pursuit system works better than Dewey. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#home #libraries #organization #art

Inside" Children Inside each of us are the children we were at each developmental stage. With regard to our creative dreams, these inside children can prevent us from living them by "acting out" in order to try to get our attention. Your inner 5-year-old is not going to patiently wait as you learn intricate metalworking techniques or study impressionist painting. Yet, your inner 10-year-old may be perfectly suited to learn and observe new skills. What's really needed is parenting of these inside children so that we bring them to age-appropriate activities. ↗

— S.A.R.K.

#creativity #dreaming #procrastination #writing #age

Politeness is the art of choosing among your thoughts. ↗

— Madame de Stael

#art #choosing #politeness #thoughts #your

Fuck me, how a woman can be so transparent and so full of shit at the same time is beyond me, but, baby, you got it down to an art ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#art

I have seen them stagger out of their movie palaces and blink their empty eyes in the face of reality once more, and stagger home, to read the Times, to find out what's going on in the world. I have vomited at their newspapers, read their literature, observed their customs, eaten their food, desired their women, gaped at their art. But I am poor, and my name ends with a soft vowel, and they hate me and my father, and my father's father, and they would have my blood and put me down, but they are old now, dying in the sun and in the hot dust of the road, and I am young and full of hope and love for my country and my times, and when I say Greaser to you it is not my heart that speaks, but the quivering of an old wound, and I am ashamed of the terrible thing I have done. ↗

— John Fante

#american-literature #immigrant-experience #immigrants #art