#dying

Writing about the indignities of old age: the daunting stairway to the restaurant restroom, the benefits of a wheelchair in airports and its disadvantages at cocktail parties, giving the user what he described as a child's-eye view of the party and a crotch-level view of the guests. Dying is a matter of slapstick and pratfalls. The aging process is not gradual or gentle. It rushes up, pushes you over and runs off laughing. No one should grow old who isn't ready to appear ridiculous. ↗

— John Mortimer

#dying #handicaps #age

I spent several years acquiring the obsessive, day-to-day discipline that's needed if you want to write professionally, then several more, highly valuable years studying fiction writing at the University of Iowa. ↗

— John Dalton

#day-to-day #discipline #fiction #fiction writing #highly

I have frequently gained my first real insight into the character of parents by studying their children. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#children #first #frequently #gained #i

I'm not afraid of turning 80 and I have lots of things to do. I don't have time for dying. ↗

— Ingvar Kamprad

#dying #i #lots #things #time

A closed mind is a dying mind. ↗

— Edna Ferber

#dying #mind

I was dying but suddenly had a second chance at living. ↗

— Shelley Fabares

#dying #had #i #living #second

I had a feeling once about Mathematics - that I saw it all. Depth beyond depth was revealed to me - the Byss and Abyss. I saw - as one might see the transit of Venus or even the Lord Mayor's Show - a quantity passing through infinity and changing its sign from plus to minus. I saw exactly why it happened and why the tergiversation was inevitable but it was after dinner and I let it go. ↗

— Winston Churchill

#mathematics #studying #change

Writing is no dying art form in America because most published writers here accept the wisdom and the necessity of encouraging the talent that follows in their footsteps. ↗

— Elizabeth George

#america #art #art form #because #dying

As the plane got closer to Miami, I had this terrible feeling he was dying. Maybe he was telling me that he was going. I felt anger, panic, despair and helplessness. ↗

— Robin Gibb

#closer #despair #dying #feeling #felt

So while I was studying, I rode my Trials bike, then I moved to roadracing. ↗

— Sete Gibernau

#i #moved #roadracing #rode #studying