"What you are is a complicated girl with simple needs. You need your books and time to read, and you need a few friends and you need someone-not to take care of you, but to care for you. If you have all those things, you’ll always be alright."
"This is probably true of all writers, but I believe what I believe because of what I have written."
~ J K Rowling (via Quotes4Writers)
(Source: hundredsofcharacters)
"If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are. Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads."
~ WRITTEN BY ROSEMARIE URQUICO Yeah… we could try to attribute this to the ACTUAL AUTHOR - Rosemarie Urquico - and stop spreading the lies that this originated with Robert Pattinson because it totally didn’t. Don’t make me laugh.Robert Pattinson (via starlightromantic)
"Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will."
"I sit down religiously every morning, I sit down for eight hours every day - and the sitting down is all. In the course of that working way of eight hours I write three sentences which I erase before leaving the table in despair. Sometimes it takes all my resolution and power of self-control to refrain from butting my head against the wall. I want to howl and foam at the mouth but I daren’t do it for fear of waking the baby and alarming my wife. After such crises of despair I doze for hours, still held conscious that there is that story that I am unable to write. Then I wake up, try again, and at last go to bed completely done up. So the days pass and nothing is done. At night I sleep. In the morning I get up with that horror of that powerlessness I must face through a day of vain efforts….
I seem to have lost all sense of style and yet I am haunted by the necessity of style. And that story I can’t write weaves itself into all I see, into all I speak, into all I think, into the lines of every book I try to read. …I feel my brain. I am distinctly conscious of the contents of my head. My story is there in a fluid - in an evading shape. I can’t get hold of it. It is all there - to bursting, yet I can’t get hold of it any more than you can grasp a handful of water….
I never mean to be slow. The stuff comes out at its own rate. I am always ready to put it down…the trouble is that too often, alas, I’ve to wait for the sentence, for the word… The worst is that while I’m thus powerless to produce, my imagination is extremely active; whole paragraphs, whole pagges, whole chapters pass through my mind. Everything is there: descriptions, dialogue, reflection, everything, everything but the belief, the conviction, the only thing needed to make me put pen to paper. I’ve thought out a volume a day till I felt sick in mind and heart and gone to bed, completely done up, without having written a line. The effort I put out should give birth to a Masterpiece as big as mountains, and it brings forth a ridiculous mouse now and then.
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~ Joseph Conrad, author of “Heart of Darkness” on Writer’s Block
"But suddenly you’re ripped into being alive. And life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my god you’re alive and its spectacular."
~ Joseph Campbell (via awakenthisspirit)
(Source: moreofamore, via tutmondigo)
Picked up Acrylics for the first time today....
How I feel about getting a year older today.
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