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Curiosity is, in great and generous minds, the first passion and the last. ↗

— William Samuel Johnson

#first #generous #great #last #minds

Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window. ↗

— William Faulkner

#writing #work

Out of clutter, find simplicity. ↗

— Albert Einstein

#difficulty #discord #harmony #oppurtunity #work

There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic. ↗

— Diane Setterfield

#power-of-words #work

Why can't you place a blessing like that on us?" I asked. "It only works on wild animals." "So it would only affect Percy," Annabeth reasoned. "Hey!" I protested. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#banter #grover-underwood #percy-jackson #work

A mind is like a parachute. It doesn't work if it is not open. ↗

— Frank Zappa

#simile #work

Some people have been unkind. If I say I want to grow as an actress, they look at my figure. If I say I want to develop, to learn my craft, they laugh. Somehow they don't expect me to be serious about my work. ↗

— Marilyn Monroe

#critics #doubts #work

Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning. ↗

— William Goldman

#dread #pirate #princess #roberts #westley

It's like the people who believe they'll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn't work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#the-graveyard-book #work

A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called "leaves") imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can work magic. ↗

— Carl Sagan

#reading #writing #work