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To be able to forget means sanity. ↗

— Jack London

#forgetting #sanity #london

Anyone who has the temerity to write about Jane Austen is aware of [two] facts: first, that of all great writers she is the most difficult to catch in the act of greatness; second, that there are twenty-five elderly gentlemen living in the neighbourhood of London who resent any slight upon her genius as if it were an insult to the chastity of their aunts. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#criticism #jane-austen #london

I also think he is given to disguises...Sometimes he wears spectacles and sometimes he does not. And twice he has worn an extremely peculiar hat. Inside. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#hat #spying #suspicious #london

I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone. How commonplace and stupid it would be if I had a friend now, sitting beside me, someone I had known at school, who would say: “By-the-way, I saw old Hilda the other day. You remember her, the one who was so good at tennis. She’s married, with two children.” And the bluebells beside us unnoticed, and the pigeons overhead unheard. I did not want anyone with me. Not even Maxim. If Maxim had been there I should not be lying as I was now, chewing a piece of grass, my eyes shut. I should have been watching him, watching his eyes, his expression. Wondering if he liked it, if he was bored. Wondering what he was thinking. Now I could relax, none of these things mattered. Maxim was in London. How lovely it was to be alone again. ↗

— Daphne du Maurier

#solitude #love

Those who don't know history are doomed to repeat it. ↗

— Edmund Burke

#history #learning #school #school

As the beautiful does not exist for the artist and poet alone—though these can find in it more poignant depths of meaning than other men—so the world of Reality exists for all; and all may participate in it, unite with it, according to their measure and to the strength and purity of their desire. ↗

— Evelyn Underhill

#beauty #mysticism #reality #spirituality #art

A part of me wants to believe that I was born an artist. That it was my inexorable destiny to become a writer. I can’t see any other way, I can’t see a different path. It makes being an artist something special. The world can’t stop me, simply because I am who I am. There’s nothing that can define me more than being an artist. It’s simple, it’s easy to understand, and it adds an almost transcendental element to art. ↗

— Cristian Mihai

#writing #art

Big flashy things have my name written all over them. Well... not yet, give me time and a crayon. ↗

— Matt Smith

#big-flashy-things #doctor-who #humour #matt-smith #christmas

In criticism, I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#critics #criticism

The only person truly capable of keeping me from fulfilling my dream is me. ↗

— Doeray L. Griffin

#thriller #dreams