#intro

I was introduced to country music around a campfire on a farm. ↗

— Gavin DeGraw

#campfire #country #country music #farm #i

Infectious diseases introduced with Europeans, like smallpox and measles, spread from one Indian tribe to another, far in advance of Europeans themselves, and killed an estimated 95% of the New World's Indian population. ↗

— Jared Diamond

#another #diseases #estimated #europeans #far

We love the Stooges, and young kids today don't watch them. They think it's their dad's comedy. So we thought we could reintroduce them to a new audience. ↗

— Bobby Farrelly

#comedy #could #dad #kids #love

you once said to would like to sit beside me while I write. Listen in that case I could not write at all. For writing means revealing one self to excess; that utmost of self-revelation and surrender, in which a human being, when involved with others, would feel he was losing himself, and from which, therefore, he will always shrink as long as he is in his right mind...That is why one can never be alone enough when one writes, why there can never be enough silence around one when one writes, why even night is not night enough. ↗

— Susan Cain

#writing-life #writing-process #life

My idea of a fun night was diving into a massive pile of To Be Read pile of books stacked near my dresser...I was the girl who loved everything geeky. ↗

— Jeff Sampson

#geek #introvert #reading #love

There are the those whose own vulgar normality is so apparent and stultifying that they strive to escape it. They affect flamboyant behaviour and claim originality according to the fashionable eccentricities of their time. They claim brains or talent or indifference to mores in desperate attempts to deny their own mediocrity. ↗

— Katherine Dunn

#love

Who knew better than Raquel that nothing lasts. Hope fades. And love... love hurts. ↗

— Michelle Sutton

#love #romance #love

I love dreams. I know enough about them to know that dream logic is no story logic, and that you can rarely bring a dream back as a tale: it will have transformed from gold into leaves. from silk to cobwebs, on waking ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#love

A story that began with, and exists because of, my love of the remoter parts of Scotland, where the bones of the Earth show through, and the sky is a pale white, and it's all astoundingly beautiful, and it feels about as remote as any place can possibly be. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#love

Society is commonly too cheap. We meet at very short intervals, not having had time to acquire any new value for each other.We meet at meals three times a day, and give each other a new taste of that musty old cheese that we are. We have had to agree on a certain set of rules, called etiquette and politeness, to make this frequent meeting tolerable and that we need not come to open war. We meet at the post office, and at the sociable, and at the fireside every night; we live thick and are in each other's way, and stumble over one another, and I think that we thus lose some respect for one another. ↗

— Henry David Thoreau

#introversion #introvert #philosophy #social #solitude