#raft

When you write, it’s like braiding your hair. Taking a handful of coarse unruly strands and attempting to bring them unity. Your fingers have still not perfected the task. Some of the braids are long, others are short. Some are thick, others are thin. Some are heavy. Others are light. Like the diverse women of your family. Those whose fables and metaphors, whose similes and soliloquies, whose diction and je ne sais quoi daily slip into your survival soup, by way of their fingers. ↗

— Edwidge Danticat

#family

Delicious days ahead for solitude and writing and, oh yes, the holiday meal with family. Live with my characters until term starts in 2012! ↗

— Stella Atrium

#characters #writing #writing-craft #writing-life #family

The majority of them give the impression of being men who have been drafted into the job during a period of martial law and are only waiting for the end of the emergency to get back to a really congenial occupation such as slum demolition or debt collecting. ↗

— Alan Brien

#been #being #collecting #congenial #debt

Serious literature does not exist to make life easy but to complicate it. ↗

— Witold Gombrowicz

#writing-craft-talent #life

Writing is supposed to be difficult, agonizing, a dreadful exercise, a terrible occupation. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#writing-craft #writing-life #art

Maybe the answer to Selective Service is to start everyone off in the army and draft them for civilian life as needed. ↗

— Bill Vaughan

#army #civilian #draft #everyone #life

The logic behind magic is that we create what we are imagining. ↗

— Mary Faulkner

#magick #wicca #witchcraft #imagination

Subtle and coy, the cemento at Maalouf's did not speak of war, or frontiers, and the spaces they narrowed, but, rather, grandeur. The tiles returned one to a realm where imagination, artistry, and craftsmanship were not only appreciated but given free reign, where what was unique and striking, or small and perfect, or wrought with care was desired, where gazed-upon objects were the products of peaceful hearts, hands long practiced and trained. War ends the values and traditions that produce such treasures. Nothing is maintained. Cultures that may seem as durable as stone can break like glass, leaving all the things that held them together unattended. I believe that the craftsman, the artist, the cook, and the silversmith are peacemakers. They instill grace; they lull the world to calm. ↗

— Anthony Shadid

#family

The first time I called myself a 'Witch' was the most magical moment of my life. ↗

— Margot Adler

#witch #witchcraft #witches #life

Now, listen Tyler,' Lara said, feeling a little impatient. She rather liked a cuddle after sex, and a bit of kissing. But a guilt trip was absolutely unacceptable, even if they were lying naked on someone else's kitchen table. ↗

— Lola Salt

#lara-craft #lola-salt #romance #life