#som

It starts with a single sound. If there's something in that sound, then it's worth continuing. ↗

— Steve Lacy

#single #something #sound #starts #then

Speech, tennis, music, skiing, manners, love- you try them waking and perhaps balk at the jump, and then you're over. You've caught the rhythm of them once and for all, in your sleep at night. The city, of course, can wreck it. So much insomnia. So many rhythms collide. The salesgirl, the landlord, the guests, the bystanders, sixteen varieties of social circumstance in a day. Everyone has the power to call your whole life into question here. Too many people have access to your state of mind. Some people are indifferent to dislike, even relish it. Hardly anyone I know. ↗

— Renata Adler

#sleep #life

I’m on a side of a road somewhere, stuck in the middle of a very deep hole, with no way of getting out. Never mind how I got in there, it’s not relevant to the story. I’ll invent a back-story… I was walking to get pizza and a chasm opened up in the earth and I fell in, and now I’m at the bottom of this hole, screaming for help. And along comes you. Now, maybe you just keep walking. You know, there’s a strange guy screaming from the center of the Earth. It’s perhaps best to just ignore him. But let’s say that you don’t. Let’s say that you stop. The sensible thing to do in this situation is to call down to me and say “I’m going to look for a ladder. I will be right back.” But you don’t do that. Instead you sit down at the edge of this abyss, and then you push yourself forward, and jump. And when you land at the bottom of the hole and dust yourself off, I’m like “What the hell are you doing?! Now there are two of us in this hole!” And you look at me and say, “Well yeah, but now I’m highly motivated to get you out.” This is what I love about novels, both reading them and writing them. They jump into the abyss to be with you where you are ↗

— John Green

#books #carnegie-hall #evening-of-awesome #john-green #love

Attempt something so impossible that unless God is in it, it's doomed to failure. ↗

— John Haggai

#doomed #failure #god #impossible #something

Some day Love shall claim his own Some day Right ascend his throne, Some day hidden Truth be known; Some day - some sweet day. ↗

— Lewis J. Bates

#claim #day #hidden #his #known

I would love to record something with PJ Harvey or Alison Goldfrapp. ↗

— Sophie Ellis Bextor

#harvey #i #love #record #something

When I don't have any ideas, I pick up fabric and start working with it and something happens. ↗

— Geoffrey Beene

#fabric #happens #i #ideas #pick

Life is something like a trumpet. If you don't put anything in, you won't get anything out. ↗

— William Christopher Handy

#get #life #like #out #put

A cricket ground is a flat piece of earth with some buildings around it. ↗

— Richie Benaud

#buildings #cricket #earth #flat #ground

How stupid, I thought dreamily, to have ever thought I could give this up. Not just the kissing, although, as Archer’s hands cupped my face, I had to admit that part was pretty awesome. But all of it: joking with him and working beside him. Being with a guy who was my friend and could stil make me feel like this. ↗

— Rachel Hawkins

#lovers #awesome