Weisheit

You're such a book girl.

To say that Agatha Christie’s characters are cardboard cut-outs is an insult to cardboard cut-outs.

Sincerity is moral truth.

It has to be admitted that starving nations never seem to be quite so starving that they cannot afford to have far more expensive armaments than anybody else.

My Opinion Is Just Opinion.

Writing is an incurable psychological disease which only gets worse with writing.

(On period costume posture coaching:)'We all stand about like parboiled spaghetti being straightened out.

And now he smiled at me. All teeth. The way only people who hadn’t learned self-consciousnessknew how to smile.

500. There are paradoxes. If there were no night, we would be deprived of themagnificent image of a starry sky. Thus light deprives us of 'vision,' anddarkness helps us 'see.

Some of the most famous books are the least worth reading. Their fame was due to their having done something that needed to be doing in their day. The work is done and the virtue of the book has expired.

If someone always finds our mistakes then we must be happy to know that there, in the world, is at-least someone who is concentrating his mind and spending his time to make us flawless or perfect.

It seems likely that many of the young who don't wait for others to call them artists, but simply announce that they are, don't have the patience to make art.

Drugs are a bet with your mind.

Worry is like a rocking chair-it keeps you moving but doesn't get you anywhere.

If you are deliberately trying to create a future that feels safe, you will willfully ignore the future that is likely.

If you try to hold people to your standard of conduct you will go mad with disappointment and grief.

He looked at me with a smile that I still remember and ran a finger along his impeccably trimmed mustache. “Cricket is about a lot more than playing by the rules, Mistry. It’s a gentleman’s game. Don’t you ever forget that.

He could be distracted, still, by beauty, by the wonder of a stroke of sunlight. Perhaps at such times he made himself open to wizardry-or conversely, was as warded and safe at such moments as Ynefel at its strongest. Perhaps threats simply slid past his attention and he made himself immune.

Post-human intelligence will develop hypercomputers with the processing power to simulate living things - even entire worlds. Perhaps advanced beings could use hypercomputers to surpass the best 'special effects' in movies or computer games so vastly that they could simulate a world, fully, as complex as the one we perceive ourselves to be in.

Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them.