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A people whose souls are so little tuned to joy. ↗

There were profound reasons for his attachment to the sea: he loved it because as a hardworking artist he needed rest, needed to escape from the demanding complexity of phenomena and lie hidden on the bosom of the simple and tremendous; because of a forbidden longing deep within him that ran quite contrary to his life's task and was for that very reason seductive, a longing for the unarticulated and immeasurable, for eternity, for nothingness. To rest in the arms of perfection is the desire of any man intent upon creating excellence; and is not nothingness a form of perfection? ↗

— Thomas Mann

#eternity #excellence #nothingness #perfection #sea

You may be able to write a novel, you may not. You will never know until you have worked very hard indeed and written at least part of it. You will never really know until you have written the whole of it and submitted it for publication. ↗

— Ngaio Marsh

#writing #death

After I’m dead, I want to ghostwrite my autobiography.   ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#dead #death #ghostwrite #supernatural #death

Conventional manners are a kind of literacy test for the alien who comes among us. ↗

— Katharine Fullerton Gerould

#among #comes #conventional #kind #literacy

All communication involves faith; indeed, some linguisticians hold that the potential obstacles to acts of verbal understanding are so many and diverse that it is a minor miracle that they take place at all. ↗

— Terry Eagleton

#faith #linguistics #communication

I'm pretty aware that the pursuit of perfection is, inherently, a flawed concept. ↗

— Jonny Wilkinson

#concept #flawed #i #inherently #perfection

I will follow my instincts, and be myself for good or ill. ↗

— John Muir

#follow #good #ill #instinct #john

If the storytellers told it true, all stories would end in death. ↗

— George Pelecanos

#storyteller #writing #death

Souls live on without their bodies. But bodies without souls are nothing but compost. ↗