#rites

No one writes dialect better than Flannery O'Connor. No one should even try. ↗

— David Sedaris

#connor #dialect #even #should #than

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars. ↗

— Martin Luther

#also #bible #clouds #flowers #god

Miles Davis is one who writes songs when he plays. ↗

— Gerry Mulligan

#miles #miles davis #plays #songs #who

I mean, movies are like your kids or your fingers and toes or something, it's pretty hard to pick favorites. ↗

— Sydney Pollack

#fingers #hard #i #kids #like

And it really is a good feeling to get up there and make that sound. I'm not stuck in a time warp, because I can use as many of the old songs as I want to, just the favorites. ↗

— Dan Hicks

#favorites #feeling #get #good #good feeling

The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it. ↗

— James M. Barrie

#compares #diary #every #every man #his

We don't need to have just one favorite. We keep adding favorites. Our favorite book is always the book that speaks most directly to us at a particular stage in our lives. And our lives change. We have other favorites that give us what we most need at that particular time. But we never lose the old favorites. They're always with us. We just sort of accumulate them. ↗

— Lloyd Alexander

#favorites #reading #change

I learned that the day "The Viper's Drag" slipped from between my fingers. But whatever might be lost or broken or forgotten is nothing compared to the miraculous rebirth that occurs every time the needle hits the groove. Here is Fats Waller Himself, not dead but present, so present that he overwhelms the well-ordered precincts of the living room. The sound sprawls. What vibrates here has more life than any room. ↗

— Geoffrey O'Brien

#musical-favorites #rebirth #vinyl-records #life

Nothing in language is immutably fixed: the best writers are constantly changing it. ↗

— C. E. Montague

#rewrites #change

Full moon calls thee-- Shai-hulud shall thou see; Red the night, dusky sky, Bloody death didst thou die. We pray to a moon: she is round-- Luck with us will then abound, What we seek for shall be found In the land of solid ground. ↗

— Frank Herbert

#death