Quotes of the Day
Feb. 18th, 2006 11:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tarotgalA few words of wisdom from a book I'm reading: Doubly Dead-
"You cannout count on elephants to drown every day.
Wow, isn't that the truth?
"When I composed the Raven... as well as my many many tales, every word flowed complete and perfect without a single revision, a gift direct from the Muse."
I just love that *sigh*
"It is probably fair to say that what we crave most for those we love is precisely that which we outselves have failed to attain.
*nods* True, true.
The human mind, for all is insights, can seldom see itself.
and
This, I learned, is the alchemy of the writing act. To take an incident that wounds the witness so deeply as to render him mute, stunned, frozen in horror, to take this incident that might damage him forever and then to transform it, through the magic of incantation, of words precisely chosen, into a prideful thing, a piece of work well done, a healing satisfaction. (Is writing an act of self-preservation? It is, it is. Tomorrow I will kill myself. Today I must write.)
I tried posting a big long post last night but am having major LAN problems and lost it. Damnit. Nothing much important except that I can sleep through sounds of heavy construction, I'm bummed about the women's US hockey team losing to Sweden though it was a damn good game, my car repairs are expensive, I really shouldn't have watched The Grudge last night alone in a dark house (DUMB TG!), and I have another Joe Boys story up on my writing exercise journal:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mymightypen
"You cannout count on elephants to drown every day.
Wow, isn't that the truth?
"When I composed the Raven... as well as my many many tales, every word flowed complete and perfect without a single revision, a gift direct from the Muse."
I just love that *sigh*
"It is probably fair to say that what we crave most for those we love is precisely that which we outselves have failed to attain.
*nods* True, true.
The human mind, for all is insights, can seldom see itself.
and
This, I learned, is the alchemy of the writing act. To take an incident that wounds the witness so deeply as to render him mute, stunned, frozen in horror, to take this incident that might damage him forever and then to transform it, through the magic of incantation, of words precisely chosen, into a prideful thing, a piece of work well done, a healing satisfaction. (Is writing an act of self-preservation? It is, it is. Tomorrow I will kill myself. Today I must write.)
I tried posting a big long post last night but am having major LAN problems and lost it. Damnit. Nothing much important except that I can sleep through sounds of heavy construction, I'm bummed about the women's US hockey team losing to Sweden though it was a damn good game, my car repairs are expensive, I really shouldn't have watched The Grudge last night alone in a dark house (DUMB TG!), and I have another Joe Boys story up on my writing exercise journal:
mymightypen
