#tin

Advice for New Knitters When choosing a pattern, look for ones that have words such as "simple", "basic", and "easy". If you see the words "intriguing", "challenging", or "intricate", look elsewhere. If you happen across a pattern that says "heirloom", slowly put down the pattern and back away. "Heirloom" is knitting code for "This pattern is so difficult that you would consider death a relief". ↗

— Stephanie Pearl-McPhee

#death

Odd, isn’t it? You know when your birthday is, but not your death day, even though you pass the date year after year, never suspecting that some day… ↗

— Mary Downing Hahn

#dating

I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest. ↗

— Clarice Lispector

#writing #death

The pressure disappeared with the first word he put on paper. He thought--while his hand moved rapidly--what a power there was in words; later, for those who heard them, but first for the one who found them; a healing power, a solution, like the breaking of a barrier. He thought, perhaps the basic secret the scientists have not discovered, the first fount of life, is that which happens when a thought takes shape in words. ↗

— Ayn Rand

#power-of-words #words #writing-process #life

Why would I kill someone I don't know, when I know so many people who irritate me, and havent't killed any of them? ↗

— J.D. Robb

#death

I edit my own stories to death. They eventually run and hide from me. ↗

— Jeanne Voelker

#writing #death

Our existence comes with Death. And it comes with suffering, death alone is not enough and pleasure have consequences. wicked and fucked. love comes with hurting. And having means losing. ↗

— Ira N. Barin

#death-and-dying #death-and-love #death-and-sickness #hurting #losing

At last the cold crept up my spine; at last it filled me from foot to head; at last I grew so chill and desolate that all thought and pain and awareness came to a standstill. I wasn't miserable anymore: I wasn't anything at all. I was a nothing-- a random configuration of molecules. If my heart still beat I didn't know it. I was aware of one thing only; next to the gaping fact called Death, all I knew was nothing, all I did meant nothing, all I felt conveyed nothing. This was no passing thought. It was a gnawing, palpable emptiness more real than the cold. ↗

— David James Duncan

#realization #death

- I don't want to be a writer so I can write about my life. I want to be a writer to escape from it. + Then you shouldn't be a writer. ↗

— Candace Bushnell

#self-reminder #life

Above all things -- read. Read the great stylists who cannot be copied rather than the successful writers who must not be copied. ↗

— Ngaio Marsh

#models #reading #style #writing #death