Language

Language is the amber in which a thousand precious and subtle thoughts have been safely embedded and preserved. It has arrested ten thousand lightning flashes of genius, which, unless thus fixed and arrested, might have been as bright, but would have also been as quickly passing and perishing, as the lightning.

~ Richard Chenevix Trench

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Theater

The truth is the heroism of your childhood entertainments was not true valor. It was theater.

~ David Foster Wallace

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Manual labor of the mind

Writing is essentially donkey work, manual labor of the mind. What makes it bearable are those moments (which sometimes can last for weeks, months) when the book takes over, takes on a life of its own, goes off in unexpected directions.

~ John Gregory Dunne

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New ideas

A mind once stretched by a new idea never regains its original dimensions.

~ Oliver Wendell Berry

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Be a reader

I’m not saying that you have to be a reader to save your soul in the modern world. I’m saying it helps.

~ Walter Mosley

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The real fear

These are serious fears. But they’re not the real fear. Not the Master Fear, the Mother of all Fears that’s so close to us that even when we verbalize it we don’t believe it. Fear That We Will Succeed. That we can access the powers we secretly know we possess. That we can become the person we sense in our hearts we truly are.

~ Steven Pressfield

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Premeditation

The premeditation of death is the premeditation of liberty; He who has learnt to die has forgot to serve.

~ Michel de Montaigne

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Boring

Somebody’s boring me—I think it’s me.

~ Dylan Thomas

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The creative mind

The creative mind gets poisoned with the idea that your great work will be the result of getting serious. So many of my good ideas come from what looks like goofing off, wasting time. Art is play. There’s no way to tell what’s deep or shallow until you play with the idea.

~ Austin Kleon

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Who was listening

[…] so the Muse whispered in Beethoven’s ear. Maybe she hummed a few bars into a million other ears. But no one else heard her. Only Beethoven got it.

~ Steven Pressfield

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