#t

We are sorry about the way things turned out. We gave, in the phrasing of our words if not literally in the words themselves, the false impression that these pages might hold some small fragment, some slight fragrance of a greater truth. That there might be something here to be learned. Before we go any further the author of this cartoon wishes to make an apology. Such an impression was deliberately cultivated. It is a ruse. It is a lie. We are every bit as lost and afraid as children abandoned in a wood: every bit as lost as you. ↗

— Anders Nilsen

#comradery #disillusionment #fear #humanism #lost

Self-governing cultures both inspire alignment and eject elements that don't fit in. ↗

— Dov Seidman

#business

Of course, in fairness, I must remind you of this: that we writers are the most lily-livered of all craftsmen. We expect more, for the most peewee efforts, than any other people. ↗

— Brenda Ueland

#expectations #perseverance #writing #art

I found that many gifted people are so afraid of writing a poor story that they cannot summon the nerve to write a single sentence for months. The thing to say to such people is: "See how *bad* a story you can write. See how dull you can be. Go ahead. That would be fun and interesting. I will give you ten dollars if you can write something thoroughly dull from beginning to end!" And of course, no one can. ↗

— Brenda Ueland

#art

Psychologists have clinically observed that overly prolonged grief in the bereaved usually signifies a poor relationship with the one who died. ↗

— Robert E. Neale

#grief #art

It’s all right to change your mind about a situation, even if it’s in mid-course without fear that you’re missing something. You know, if you’re not there, it’s not happening for you at that time. All you’re doing is changing direction. ↗

— Art Hochberg

#inspirational #art

Clark. Superman. She loved two men. It was extraordinary how alike and how different they were.-Lois Lane ↗

— C.J. Cherryh

#love

We never thought we were writing for posterity, because at the time everyone assumed that all the great standards had already been written by Irving Berlin, Cole Porter, Rodgers and Hammerstein... The songs we were writing were supposed to be temporary things, of the period, like comic books. ↗

— Mike Stoller

#assumed #because #been #berlin #books

You're going to be too busy being at my beck and call to worry about doing any driving. ↗

— Shawn Keenan

#funny #kip #sexist #business

White-crested waves crash on the shore. The masts sway violently, every which way. In the gray sky the gulls are circling like white flakes. Rain squalls blow past like gray slanting sails, and blue gaps open in the sky. The air brightens. A cold silvery evening. The moon is overhead, and down below, in the water; and all around it-a wide frame of old, hammered, scaly silver. Etched on the silver-silent black fishing boats, tiny black needles of masts, little black men casting invisible lines into the silver. And the only sounds are the occasional plashing of an oar, the creaking of an oarlock, the springlike leap and flip-flop of a fish. ("The North") ↗

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#boats #moon #night #shore #storm