The damning tho't stuck in my throat and cut me like a knife, That she, whom all my life I'd loved, should be another's wife.
Above all avoid taking the advice of men who have no brains and do not know what they are talking about.
The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself.
I think the whole glory of writing lies in the fact that it forces us out of ourselves and into the lives of others.
The lives of people are like young trees in a forest. They are being choked by climbing vines. The vines are old thoughts and beliefs planted by dead men.
The life of reality is confused, disorderly, almost always without apparent purpose, whereas in the artist's imaginative life there is purpose. There is determination to give the tale, the song, the painting, form -- to make it true and real to the theme, not to life.
If I can write everything out plainly, perhaps I will myself understand better what has happened.
Red cattle," Annabeth said. "The cattle of the sun. " "What?" I [Percy] asked. "They're sacred to Apollo. " "Holy cows?
It's probably a bad indicator of your lifestyle when you miss your ex-boyfriend because he's absolutely lethal.
The joy of life is variety; the tenderest love requires to be rekindled by intervals of absence.
It really is understanding how to use money, and not let money use you.