I used to take my short stories to girls' homes and read them to them. Can you imagine … - Ray Bradbury

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I was trying to be the best rapper in the world. I wasn't thinking about acting.

Ray Bradbury

I used to take my short stories to girls' homes and read them to them. Can you imagine the reaction reading a short story to a girl instead of pawing her?

Girl, Reading, Home, Read, Homes

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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.

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You knew the sweetness of now, now, TONIGHT! who cares for tomorrow, tomorrow is nothing, yesterday is over and done, tonight live, tonight!

Done, Live, Sweetness, Tonight, Who Cares, Yesterday

Writing is not a serious business. It’s a joy and a celebration. You should be having fun with it.

Business, Fun, Joy, Writing

Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending.

Fire, Illusion, Memories, Needs, Tending

Stuff your eyes with wonder.

Adventure, Eyes, Life, Stuff, Travel, Wonder

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[Eddie Locke] had a huge impact in my life. He was a great jazz drummer. He was mentored by Papa Joe Jones and he played for many years with Coleman Hawkins and Roy Eldridge and actually got me on a gig with Roy Eldridge when I was 20 that I'll never forget.

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John Phillips

Technology makes things faster and more cost-effective, but it's not perfect. It requires you to be as flexible as you can be.

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Tom Brown, Jr.

A prison! heav'ns, I loath the hated name, Famine's metropolis, the sink of shame, A nauseous sepulchre, whose craving womb Hourly inters poor mortals in its tomb; By ev'ry plague and ev'ry ill possess'd, Ev'n purgatory itself to thee 's a jest.

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Eric Hoffer

The well adjusted make poor prophets. A pleasant existence blinds us to the possibilities of drastic change. We cling to what we call our common sense, our practical point of view. Actually, these are names for an all-absorbing familiarity with things as they are. . . . Thus it happens that when the times become unhinged, it is the practical people who are caught unaware. . . still clinging to things that no longer exist.

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