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We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.
RAY BRADBURY
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- Dog Park
- The Reward
- five apples pie
- Introvert Personality
- Dream
- All plays stem from personal experience.
- If you put someone in a room with no script
- Where the terror is
- Everything is painful
- People ask me if I believe in things
- Theatre
- Choose Life over the other stuff. Get out of your ...
- Doubt requires more courage
- I am not a courageous person by nature.
- My father says that almost the whole world is asleep.
- I am happy because I want nothing from anyone.
- Swimming and Appetite
- Unicorn Hospital
- Yesterday I heard a little tiny scratchy sound an...
- The Chateau Bercy
- You go in through double swing doors.
- The lady in the blue duplex
- David Bellantoni Play April 29th
- Getting the first draft finished is like pushing a...
- I have forced myself to begin writing when I've be...
- Reward
- Travis
- Living and dying, sorrow and joy
- At times
- I don’t want to be anything special.
- I really must become a bit simpler.
- I know that those who hate have good reason
- A desire to kneel down
- I sprang from the chaos
- Every word born of an inner necessity
- We have to fight them daily
- Sometimes I long for a convent cell
- There is nothing else
- What matters
- When you have an interior life
- The mother instinct
- Slowly but surely
- One must also accept
- I know and share the many sorrows
- I do believe it is possible to create
- Sometimes my day is crammed full of people
- I used to look into a chaotic future
- If an SS man were to kick me to death
- Each of us must turn inward and destroy
- Sometimes the most important thing in a whole day
- Despite everything
- I really see no other solution than to turn inwards
- Become simple and live simply
- Ultimately, we have just one moral duty
- Today, from a distance, I saw you
- I now know that I was in the presence of the only ...
- A Happy Birthday This evening, I sat by an open w...
- Considering the ways in which so many of us waste ...
- Behind the screen of the ordinary
- Don’t talk to me about the stars
- I can't believe what people tell me
- The real hero is always a hero by mistake
- Writing is like sex
- If you did not write every day, the poisons would ...
- Thinking is the enemy of creativity.
- Tom Nichols Grandmother's Easter Lamb Recipe
- SPINACH PIE is my favorite food and so simple to make
- We shall find peace.
- Medicine is my lawful wife
- I fell in love with literature
- Words are sacred.
- I promise to be an excellent husband
- The role of the artist
- The Curtain
- You expect far too much of a first sentence.
- If you want one thing too much it’s likely to be a...
- He had known several men who blew their heads off
- Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercial...
- The mere habit of writing
- Writing to me is a voyage
- You write in order to change the world.
- Love it when a compelling new character kicks open...
- Still, whatever the specific diagnosis, there rema...
- Zadie Smith's Rules for writers
- Walking my dog downtown I noticed the pink trees a...
- Act as if you're a writer.
- To be fully alive, fully human
- It would be many years before I began to understan...
- I believe that we don't choose our stories
- When I think of the wisest people I know, they sha...
- It wasn't getting easier because it isn't supposed...
- “Still writing?"
- I do believe…that everything you need to know
- I'll bet the Catholic Church lost out on a lot
- I've never understood how so many barely literate ...
- What if our bodies were transparent
- Some lady at a bridge party somewhere started the ...
- I love houses
- Time stops when someone dies.
- The Campus laundry has a sign
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