The HillI have come this far on my own legs, missing the bus, missing taxis, climbing always. One foot in front of the other, that is the way I do it. It does not bother me, the way the hill goes on. Grass beside the road, a tree rattlingits black leaves. So what? The longer I walk, the farther I am from everything. One foot in front of the other. The hours pass. One foot in front of the other. The years pass. The colors of arrival fade. That is the way I do it. Mark Strand
You must keep sending work out; you must never let a manuscript do nothing but eat its head off in a drawer. You send that work out again and again, while you're working on another one. If you have talent, you will receive some measure...
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Isaac Asimov
Listen, Stephen King used to write in the washroom of his trailer after his kids went to sleep. Harlan Ellison wrote in the stall of a bathroom of his barracks during boot camp. Elmore Leonard got up at 5 AM every morning to write before...
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Bernard Schaffer
Sacred soul has indomitable strength.
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Lailah Gifty Akita
In traveling, there is nothing like dissecting people's statements, which are usually colored by their estimate of the powers or likings of the person spoken to, making all reasonable inquiries, and then pertinaciously but quietly carrying out one's own plans.
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Isabella L. Bird
WHO YOU CAN BE, WILL COME TO YOU THROUGH CONSISTENT PERSONAL DEVELOPMENT.
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Seema Brain Openers
More Quotes By Mark Strand
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.
Even this late it happens:the coming of love, the coming of light.
Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.
In a field I am the absenceof field. This isalways the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing.
These wrinkles are nothing These gray hairs are nothing, This stomach which sagswith old food, these bruisedand swollen ankles, my darkening brain, they are nothing. I am the same boymy mother used to kiss.
