#work

When you play a concerto with a small orchestra, you don't feel it is as important as Carnegie Hall. You try to work out all the little problems. Once that's all done, trust comes in. ↗

— Itzhak Perlman

#carnegie hall #comes #concerto #done #feel

McEnroe has got to sit down and work out where he stands. ↗

— Fred Perry

#got #out #sit #stands #where

Composing gives me a chance to work in multiple dimensions and helps me pare down my melodies into what is essential. Learning new skills has always energized me and scoring has opened up a world of sonic possibilities. ↗

— Liz Phair

#chance #composing #dimensions #down #essential

Although Freud said happiness is composed of love and work, reality often forces us to choose love or work. ↗

— Letty Cottin Pogrebin

#choose #choose love #composed #forces #freud

If you go on working with the light available, you will meet your Master, as he himself will be seeking you. ↗

— Eden Phillpotts

#go #himself #light #master #meet

Nonfiction that uses novelistic devices and strategies to shape the work. That's material that I really like. ↗

— Rick Moody

#i #like #material #nonfiction #really

Back in the '40s and early '50s, building simple electronic projects was a popular hobby of many people. Back then, you could buy, you know, a few parts and - with tubes and build something on your kitchen table, and it would actually work. ↗

— Robert Moog

#back #build #building #buy #could

I like working in any medium. Who's making it? How much do I like the story? Does it contribute something? ↗

— Marguerite Moreau

#contribute #does #how #i #like

But I'm very happy with my life the way it has been turning out. A little time in the country, a little time with the animals and working on behalf of them. ↗

— Mary Tyler Moore

#behalf #country #happy #i #life

Then took the quilt out of its linen wrapper for the pleasure of the brilliant colors and the feel of the velvet. The needlework was very fine and regular. Adair hated needlework and she could not imagine sitting and stitching the fine crow’s-foot seams. Writing was the same, the pinching of thoughts into marks on paper and trying to keep your cursive legible, trying to think of the next thing to say and then behind you on several sheets of paper you find you have left permanent tracks, a trail, upon which anybody could follow you. Stalking you through your deep woods of private thought. ↗

— Paulette Jiles

#thoughts #writing #imagination