A line is a dot that went for a walk. — Paul Klee (via moma)
I made up my mind that I would hold onto nothing, that I would expect nothing. — Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (via bookmania)
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Don’t be a writer; be writing. — William Faulkner on writing. (via politicsprose)
I don’t want to earn my living; I want to live. — Oscar Wilde (via larmoyante)
I was a new writer and I was supposed to write all the time, wasn’t I? I had not yet discovered that there are times when one can’t write, one shouldn’t write, times for thought, for deepening, or just reading, or simply living. — Stanley Crawford in a letter to Noy Holland (The Believer, Feburary 2010)
"If I waited for perfection I would never write a word."
— Margaret Atwood
Language is wine upon the lips. — Virginia Woolf (via larmoyante)
Never make someone a priority when all you are to them is an option. — Maya Angelou (via larmoyante)
writes into your flesh
you make of me.
I catch midnight
as moon fires
in my throat. — Audre Lorde, from Recreation (via violentwavesofemotion)