writing is like being in love. You never get better at it or learn more about it. The day you think you do is the day you lose it. Robert Frost called his work a lover’s quarrel with the world. It’s ongoing. It has neither a beginning nor an end. You don’t have to worry about learning things. The fire of one’s art burns all the impurities from the vessel that contains it.
I wont stop working until my name become a Verb.
Give thinking the opportunity to be your everyday meal; you get nourished by the best success nutrients. You will never be deficient!
Some arrogant feel very confident that they are the best.
That’s pity. Much better men let them feel so for a reason.
It was quite a beautiful thing, the way we simply just came to be, with no effort or trying and slowly we found each other’s hands in the dark. No chains or promises, just a simple sign of hope
that things will go on and get better
and that things and people and views are still out there, yet to be found.
In God’s hands, the ingredients of our lives will always work out ultimately for our good and, even better, for His eternal purposes.
The country was a dreamland; and perhaps it even reminded my wife’s grandfather of the night he woke up drunk in his friend’s house, beside his friend’s wife, everything similar but new, different, better. The United States of America was like an eternity of those first disorientating seconds of not knowing and not wanting to.
What a writer has to do is write what hasn’t been written before or beat dead men at what they have done.
If it makes us better, do it forever.