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Letters are like wine; if they are sound they ripen with keeping. A man should lay down letters as he does a cellar of wine. ↗

— Samuel Butler

#does #down #keeping #lay #letters

Less is a bore. ↗

— Robert Venturi

#less

When a person feels powerless in regard to controlling his life, he can defend against the discomfort of such an experience by asserting control over someone else. ↗

— A. Nicholas Groth

#psychology #experience

I write about five thousand words a day, when working on a book, about three thousand a day if I'm writing a short story. I take long periods off between projects, when I read a lot, garden, and think about the next book or stories. ↗

— Eric Brown

#between #book #day #five #garden

Truths begin by a conflict with the police - and end by calling them in. ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

#calling #conflict #end #police #them

All my friends were in the park smoking weed and getting pregnant. I didn't want to be the young black girl having a baby, a baby's father, being on welfare. That wasn't going to be my story. ↗

— Foxy Brown

#being #black #father #friends #getting

From my earliest days, I was fascinated by science. ↗

— George E. Brown, Jr.

#earliest #fascinated #i #science

One of the lies that we tell ourselves is that we're making progress; but Huey's chair's empty. ↗

— H. Rap Brown

#empty #huey #lies #making #ourselves

Our flag is red, white and blue, but our nation is a rainbow - red, yellow, brown, black and white - and we're all precious in God's sight. ↗

— Jesse Brown

#black and white #blue #brown #flag #god

An Evening Air I go out in the grey evening In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. I go out into the hard loneliness of the barren field of grey evening In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. In the gathering darkness a long, swift train suddenly Passes me like a lighting. Hard and ponderous and loud are the wheels. As ponderous as the darkness, and as beautiful. I look on, enchanted, and listen to the sounds of lamentation In the soft fragrant air. The long rails, grey-dark, smooth as a serpent, shiver, and A soft, low thing cries out in the distance, But the sounds are hard and heavy, In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. ↗

— Samar Sen

#flowers #night #beauty