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“Art is the habit of the artist; and habits have to be rooted deep in the whole personality. They have to be cultivated like any other habit, over a long period of time, by experience.”
“Art is the habit of the artist; and habits have to be rooted deep in the whole personality. They have to be cultivated like any other habit, over a long period of time, by experience.”
“I was a strong old woman crying at the mystery of life, the tragedy and the beauty of it all.”
“You could not prison light in the memory.”
“To think of how much there might be.”
“In every age, in every society, imagination plays a crucial role.”
“The Bible in our Chinese Religion of good citizenship says: ‘Do not go against what is right to get the praise of the people. Do not trample upon the wishes of the people to follow your own desires.’”
“It really did look like a rainbow landscape, a macabre testimony to human folly.”
“Character is higher than intellect.”
“You were the one who chose the target and you are responsible for it.”
“It shouldn’t exist but there it is, always on the periphery.”
“All literature is yet to be written.”
“Believe in the story you are writing.”
“And it may be that in this continuity, this utter indifference to the life and death of each of us lies hidden the pledge of our eternal salvation, of the continuous movement of life on earth, of the continuous movement toward perfection.” ~ Anton Chekhov
“Don’t worry so much. Trust your instinct and trust your own efforts.”
“Stop overthinking the writing process and go for it!”
“Art is the habit of the artist; and habits have to be rooted deep in the whole personality. They have to be cultivated like any other habit, over a long period of time, by experience.”
“I thought her very beautiful: still rich in hopes, full of laughter, formed from those very years which I myself had lost, she was like my own youth.”
“And my eyes resting upon her fair hair, her blue eyes, the lines of her neck… I cried out with myself as I admired this deliberately unfinished sketch: ‘How lovely she is! What true nobility! It is indeed a proud Guermantes.’”
“The reason why a work of genius is not easily admired from the first is that the man who has created it is extraordinary, that few other men resemble him.”
“They seemed to me now no more than the purely subjective, impotent, illusory creations of my temperament.”
