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Selene’s life is a lesson to us that the trajectory of women’s equality hasn’t always been a forward march. In some ways the ancients were more advanced than we are today; there have been setbacks before and may be more in the future. ↗


— Stephanie Dray


#ancient-rome #cleopatra #cleopatra-selene #feminism #historical-fiction

I think that it’s a space that there are a lot of projections onto—the soon-to-be sexualized and already-sexualized young woman. There are so many outside perceptions grafted onto her, that she feels all at once completely blank and completely full. I noticed that a lot in your book, as well, this repetition of a shallowness. But there is also depth in the constant repetition of this shallowness. ↗


— Tamara Faith Berger


#faith

Never have a limit to your dreams and plans. Life is a journey each and every moment. Live every moment to it's fullest. ↗


— Timothy Pina


#legend-of-the-peace-panda #dreams

I get back in the Continental and continue down the road to the cafe. Then I pull in and there's Larry Johnson's '57 Ford pickup in the parking lot. As I enter the little cafe, I see Larry and Briggs in the corner, drinking some coffee and having a late breakfast. I go right over and sit down with them. We don't say much. David says something about Kirby getting a job at one of the studios. Kirby is very good with his hands and can fix anything, plus he has a very friendly personality. We are happy for him. Larry has to make a call and gets up, heading for the pay phone in the corner. He has us get him another coffee when the waitress comes back. Briggs looks at me and asks what I've been doing. ↗


— Neil Young


#friends-of-neil-young #larry-johnson #neil-s-dream #dreams

When I got home, I seemed in a dream. My windows looked upon hers; I remained all the day looking at them, and all the day they were closed and dark. I forgot everything for this woman; I slept not, I eat nothing. That evening I fell into a fever, the next morning I was delirious, and the next evening I was DEAD!' 'Dead!' cried his hearers. 'Dead!' answered the narrator, with a conviction in his voice which words alone cannot give; 'dead as Fabian, the cast of whose dead face hangs from that wall!' 'Go on,' whispered the others, holding their breath. The hail still rattled against the windows, and the fire had so nearly died out, that they threw more wood on the feeble flame which penetrated the darkness of the studio and cast a faint light upon the pale face of him who told the story. ("The Dead Man's Story ↗


— James Hain Friswell


#death #horror-story #storytelling #death

I do enjoy writing, and I hope someone gets something interesting out of this book. I already have. Now, If I ever have to write a book that is not about me, I may be totally stumped and have writer's block. We will see. Writing is very convenient, has a low expense and is a great way to pass the time. I highly recommend it to any old rocker who is out of cash and doesn't know what to do next. You could hire someone to write it for you if you can't write it yourself. That doesn't seem to matter. Just don't hire some sweaty hack who asks you questions for years and twists them into his own vision of what is right or wrong. Try to avoid doing that. ↗


— Neil Young


#hacks #writing-life #dreams

Изборът на какъвто и да е сценарий е сънуването не се осъществява от желанието, а от твърдата нагласа да получите желаното. Вие не разсъждавате и не желаете, а просто имате и действате. ↗


— Вадим Зеланд


#life #dreams

I really don’t want to see those angels die, but I know it will happen in more of the many dreams to come. Because the angels were fighting the most gruesome war of history—and war calls for death. ↗


— Hannah Nikka Bryan


#death #inspirational #sad #war #death

The attentions of Wilkie Mackenzie were a conquest, an aspiration, a dream. The fresh memory of all those women, batting their eyelashes coquettishly, it boiled in my veins. One in particular. And Wilkie looked almost amused, now that his own jealousy had eased. “Are you jealous, my love? ↗


— Juliette Miller


#juliette-miller #roses #wilkie #dreams

Love is the dreaming world Where has feeling but owning ↗


— Shenvi Hồ


#dreams






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