#ark

The dedication of an artist involves willing oblivion to everything else while the art is being practiced, and for the hours contiguous to it. ↗

— Muriel Spark - The Finishing School

#spark #art

It was the soul of the machine, the ethological epicentre, the planetary ground zero of their commercial energy. I could almost feel it, shivering down like bomb-blasted rivers of glass from these undreaming towers of dark and light invading the snow-dark sky. ↗

— Iain M. Banks

#ethological-epicentre #new-york-city #snow-dark-sky #art

If there was a day of the week I could skip it would be Monday. Clients had too much time to think and worry over a long weekend and by Monday they were often riddled with fear and anxiety. ↗

— Stan Turner

#murder-mystery #stock-market-crash #wortd-war-ii-art-thefts #art

Advertising, an art, is constantly besieged and compromised by logicians and technocrats, the scientists of our profession who wildly miss the main point about everything we do… ↗

— George Lois

#branding-expert #marketing #art

What we at first deem useless might end up being the next bestseller. It can be the product's novelty, fun factor or sheer stupidity. Whatever the case, just remember there's always room on the market for an original business idea. ↗

— Simon Zingerman

#business #creativity #feel-good #good-hearted #goodness

As an observer of human nature, let's just face the facts: stupid stuff sells, and often the more stupid and silly it is, the better it sells. ↗

— Simon Zingerman

#business #creativity #feel-good #good-hearted #goodness

There was no light. The darkness was deep and there was no dazzle. ↗

— Madeleine L'Engle

#death #light #death

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. ↗

— Martin Luther King, Jr.

#cannot #darkness #drive #hate #light

I'm sorry, Gemma. But we can't live in the light all of the time. You have to take whatever light you can hold into the dark with you. ↗

— Libba Bray

#light #beauty

When she scooped up her clothes, opened his door, then snapped her fingers for a guard down the hall, Wroth watched like a bystander. “Pssst. Minion. I need these laundered. Very little starch. Don’t just stand there gawking or you’ll anger my good frenemy General Wroth. We’re like this.” He couldn’t see her but knew she was twining two fingers together. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#immortals-after-dark #kresley-cole #lore #myst #nikolai-wroth