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To hear the phrase "our only hope" always makes one anxious, because it means that if the only hope doesn't work, there is nothing left. ↗

— Lemony Snicket

#hope #work

It's like the people who believe they'll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn't work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#the-graveyard-book #work

A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called "leaves") imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can work magic. ↗

— Carl Sagan

#reading #writing #work

Patch was dressed in the usual: black shirt, black jeans and a thin silver necklace that flashed against his dark complexion. His sleeves were pushed up his forearms, and I could see his muscles working as he punched buttons. He was tall and lean and hard, and I wouldn't have been surprised if under his clothes he bore several scars, souvenirs from street fights and other reckless behavior. Not that I wanted a look under his clothes. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#patch #work

Jace threw his hands up. "So it doesn't work." "Not necessarily," Luke said. "There might simply be nothing going on that might activate it. Perhaps there isn't anything here that Alec is afraid of." Magnus glanced at Alec and raised his eyebrows. "Boo," he said. Jace was grinning. "Come on, surely you've got a phobia or two. What scares you?" Alec thought for a moment. "Spiders," he said. Clary turned to Luke. "Have you got a spider anywhere?" Luke looked exasperated. "Why would I have a spider? Do I look like someone who would collect them?" "No offense," Jace said, "but you kind of do. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-ashes #work

Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos. ↗

— Charles M. Schulz

#work

A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is visible labor and there is invisible labor. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#work #work

How I would enjoy being told the novel is dead. How liberating to work in the margins, outside a central perception. You are the ghoul of literature. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#liberation #novel #work

Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn. ↗

— Gore Vidal

#giving #knowing #say #style #want

Create your own style… let it be unique for yourself and yet identifiable for others. ↗

— Anna Wintour

#fashion #look #people #quote #quotes