Here are the two states in which you may exist: person who writes, or person who does not. If you write: you are a writer. If you do not write: you are not. Aspiring is a meaningless null state that romanticizes Not Writing. It’s as ludicrous as saying, ‘I aspire to pick up that piece… Continue reading Chuck Wendig
You are not entitled to your opinion. You are entitled to your informed opinion. No one is entitled to be ignorant. — Harlan Ellison
And the trees are nice. I mean, I think I’d like ‘em all. It’d have to be a pretty fucked-up tree for me not to like it. Sometimes I wonder if life was wasted on me. It’s not that I’m dumb to the beauty of things. I—I take all the beautiful things to heart, and… Continue reading Jessica Goldberg
When you remember me, it means you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if… Continue reading Charlie Chaplin
Desire is something that can’t be governed, that someone can feel toward any person really. It’s always much easier to think of someone in terms of desire than in terms of sex. Everything is complicated if we think in terms of sex. Desire is always above the law, beyond limitations. Desire is precisely where we… Continue reading Lucrecia Martel
Fate keeps happening. ― Anita Loos
Now begin in the middle, and later learn the beginning; the end will take care of itself. ― Harlan Ellison
It had never occurred to me that our lives, which had been so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed. — Kazuo Ishiguro
When I say, “I love you,” it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand… Continue reading Joss Whedon
We think we understand the rules when we become adults but what we really experience is a narrowing of the imagination. — David Lynch
The Vale of Soul-Making 