#ring

Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#abyss #battle #courage #die #entering

The writer who can't do his job looks to his editor to do it for him, though he won't dream of sharing his royalties with that editor. ↗

— Alfred A. Knopf

#editor #him #his #job #looks

Now that I'm staring down the barrel of the last act of my life, I'm less excited about control and solo effort, and I resent the way the business aspects interfere with my space for creative writing. ↗

— David Knopfler

#act #aspects #barrel #business #control

Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#away #brings #cast #day #i

I was trying to make art that my son could look on in the future and would realize I was thinking about him very much during these times... that he can look and see my dad's thinking about me, but to also embed in these things something that is bigger than all of us. ↗

— Jeff Koons

#also #art #bigger #could #dad

Each reader needs to bring his or her own mind and heart to the text. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#each #heart #her #his #mind

One of the things we want to do is find ways, first, to impress these parents how important it is to have children in a situation where they can respond to them and, second, to bring intergenerational relationships into play. ↗

— C. Everett Koop

#children #find #first #how #important

They have been deprived nutritionally, or some illness has not been picked up, or they have not been screened for vision or hearing defects, or they have not had some kind of a chronic illness or error of metabolism picked up. ↗

— C. Everett Koop

#chronic #defects #deprived #error #had

What I took back, because of my exposure to the Jewish music of the 30s and the 40s in my upbringing with my father, was that kind of theatrical songwriting. It was always a part of my character. This desire to make people laugh. ↗

— Pete Townshend

#back #because #character #desire #exposure

At one stopover on the train journey home, Hans told his sister Inge later, he saw a young girl with the Star of David on her breast; she was repairing tracks on the line, along with other people with yellow badges on their clothes. Her face was pallid, sunken in; her eyes, beyond grief and terror. Impulsively, Hans thrust his rations in her hand. She looked up at him, then at his uniform. She threw the packet of food to the ground. He scooped it up, wiped off the dust, and picked a daisy growing by the side of the tracks. He placed the package, with the daisy on top, at her feet. He said, "I would have liked to give you a little pleasure." He boarded the train. When he looked back, the girl was standing there, watching the train disappear, the flower in her hair. ↗

— Jud Newborn

#hans-scholl #jud-newborn #munich #shattering-the-german-night #white-rose