If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. ~Lord Byron
One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space. Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life. My companion and I were alone with the stars: the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon. It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century, this little headland would be thronged with spectators. But it can be seen many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night, perhaps they never will. ~Rachel Carson
The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of. ~Blaise Pascal, Pensées, 1670
Whoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o'clock is a scoundrel. ~Samuel Johnson
Night time is really the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else is asleep. ~Catherine O'Hara
I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does. ~Jorge Luis Borges
Without love, what are we worth? Eighty-nine cents! Eighty-nine cents worth of chemicals walking around lonely. ~M*A*S*H, Hawkeye
One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
~Emily Dickinson
Writing, I think, is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living. The writer experiences everything twice. Once in reality and once in that mirror which waits always before or behind. ~Catherine Drinker Bowen, Atlantic, December 1957
You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. ~Ray Bradbury
Dreams are excursions into the limbo of things, a semi-deliverance from the human prison. ~Henri Amiel
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on another note, the 80's were the way they were due to copious amounts of cocaine -
i really wish someone would let the mall know
because none of that shit was actually fashionable back then either.
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i love cosmopoliton magazine.