Famous Quotes Ipsum

I saw the angel in the marble and carved until i set him free. every child is an artist. the challenge is to remain an artist once he grows up. the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. they must be felt with the heart. the moment of change is the only poem. mostly, we authors must repeat ourselves--that's the truth. we have two or three great moving experiences in our lives--experiences so great and moving that it doesn't seem at the time that anyone else has been so caught up and pounded and dazzled and astonished and beaten and broken and rescued and illuminated and rewarded and humbled in just that way ever before. though she be but little, she is fierce. never joke about a woman's hair, clothes or menstrual cycle. page one. it was only the first of many occasions during those months that seemed to take place out of time, or in a historical moment i had yet to identify. 'when i was a kid,' said irie softly, ringing the bell for their stop, 'i used to think they were little alibis. bus tickets. i mean, look: they've got the time. the date. the place. and if i was up in court, and i had to defend myself, and prove i wasn't where they said i was, doing what they said i did, when they said i did it, i'd pull out one of those.' never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow. anyone can look for fashion in a boutique or history in a museum. the creative explorer looks for history in a hardware store and fashion in an airport. i lay down on the parched ground and looked as hard as i could at the blue sky. i wanted to feel the sheerness of space, to somehow reach what was empty and quiet, to hold what was right beyond my grasp. oh help! i'd better go back. oh bother! i shall have to go on. i can't do either! oh help and bother! can't say fairer than that. enough! or too much. i discovered i scream the same way whether i'm about to be devoured by a great white or if a piece of seaweed touches my foot. the only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible he who has a 'why' to live can bear almost any 'how'. no pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to uncharted land or opened a new doorway for the human spirit. the things we forget may as well never have happened, but she had many memories, both real and illusory, and that was like living twice. she used to tell her faithful friend, the sage tao chi'en, that her memory was like the hold of the ship where they had come to know one another: vast and somber, bursting with boxes, barrels, and sacks in which all of the events of her life were jammed. awake it was difficult to find anything in that chaotic clutter, but asleep she could, just as mama fresia had taught her in the gentle nights of her childhood, when the contours of reality were as faint as a tracery of pale ink. she entered the place of her dreams along a much traveled path and returned treading very carefully in order not to shatter the tenuous visions against the harsh light of consciousness. she put as much store in that process as others put in numbers, and she so refined the art of remembering that she could see miss rose bent over the crate of marseilles soap that was her first cradle. i think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still. there is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go. when christ said: "i was hungry and you fed me," he didn't mean only the hunger for bread and for food; he also meant the hunger to be loved. jesus himself experienced this loneliness. he came amongst his own and his own received him not, and it hurt him then and it has kept on hurting him. the same hunger, the same loneliness, the same having no one to be accepted by and to be loved and wanted by. every human being in that case resembles christ in his loneliness; and that is the hardest part, that's real hunger. the unexamined life is not worth living. neurosis is the way of avoiding non-being by avoiding being. live simply, but be complicated. to look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is. at last to know it, to love it, for what it is, and then, to put it away. leonard, always the years between us, always the years, always the love, always the hours.....