#illuminate

I can't speak for the other authors, but what I hoped to achieve was to illuminate certain corners of the Lucas universe that hadn't yet been explored. ↗

— Walter Jon Williams

#authors #been #certain #corners #explored

She was with me. She did all of those things and so many more, things I would never tell anyone, and she never even loved me. Now that’s love. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#jonathan-safran-foer #love

Everything was illuminated. Everything was connected. Everything was one. Everything was love. ↗

— H. Raven Rose

#dark-eros #illuminated #karma #love #love

This illuminates not only fans' interest in major league teams but also the minors and even Little League. ↗

— John Thorn

#even #fans #illuminates #interest #league

I look for two things when I am about to launch into a book. First, there has to be a dramatic arc to the story itself that will carry me, and the reader, from beginning to end. Second, the story has to weave through larger themes that can illuminate the world of the subject. ↗

— David Maraniss

#am #arc #beginning #book #carry

What is being awake if not interpreting our dreams, or dreaming if not interpreting our wake? ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#dreams

Better to illuminate than merely to shine, to deliver to others contemplated truths than merely to contemplate. ↗

— Thomas Aquinas

#contemplate #contemplated #deliver #illuminate #merely

Financial crises are like fireworks: they illuminate the sky even as they go pop. ↗

— James Buchan

#even #financial #financial crises #fireworks #go

Brod’s life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. Table, ivory elephant charm, rainbow, onion, hairdo, mollusk, Shabbos, violence, cuticle, melodrama, ditch, honey, doily… None of it moved her. She addressed her world honestly, searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her, but to each she would have to say, I don’t love you. Bark-brown fence post: I don’t love you. Poem too long: I don’t love you. Physics, the idea of you, the laws of you: I don’t love you. Nothing felt like anything more than what it actually was. Everything was just a thing, mired completely in its thingness. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#jonathan-safran-foer #life

Criticism is the windows and chandeliers of art: it illuminates the enveloping darkness in which art might otherwise rest only vaguely discernible, and perhaps altogether unseen. ↗

— George Jean Nathan

#art #criticism #darkness #discernible #enveloping