When you work somewhere and you feel comfortable, you don't want to leave. You want to stay there forever.
What do you say when someone has truly inspired you? How do you express to an artist how deeply their work has affected you?
You could say that when you introduce humour to your work, you also step back a little from it. You create a distance.
If you enjoy working with someone, you must work with them. Again and again and again. If you enjoy the atmosphere and your work, why should you stop yourself?
I think I've realized that when you are aiming to create a real body of work, you are as much defined by the things you don't do as by the things you do.
Everything that you read is an influence on everything you write, and you want to draw as many elements into your work as you can.
If you shell a military base and happen to kill civilians, you have not committed a war crime; if you deliberately target cities and towns, you have.
You have to find out what's right for you, so it's trial and error. You are going to be all right if you accept realistic goals for yourself.
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Say it," she said. "Say it sober." "I love you," he said. "I don't want you to say it back unless you mean it, but I love you." She leaned back over him, and pressed the pads of her fingertips against his. "I mean it.
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So did you bring me down here to show me how artistic you are?" "No, I just wanted to talk to you alone. You know... get to know each other better." "In case you didn't notice, we were alone outside," I responded, with a raised brow. "Unless you thin...
I cannot explain love. I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seeme...
You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you a...
I thought perhaps that when you told me you did not love me that my own feelings would fall away and atrophy, but they have not. They have grown every day. I love you now more desperately, this moment, than I have ever loved you before, and in an hou...
