Too many bright colors make for congestion. Too many bright colors need, above all, contrast in value, to eliminate vibration.
The work of a writer, his continuing work, depends for breath of life on a certain privacy of heart.
It is only in his work that an artist can find reality and satisfaction, for the actual world is less intense than the world of his invention and consequently his life, without recourse to violent disorder, does not seem very substantial. The right condition for him is that in which his work in not only convenient but unavoidable.
You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine I’m inclined to extravagance.
Something in me will save me from utter ruin no matter what comes.
If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it.
When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.
You know, we love stories and we love narrative; we love to get lost in an author's world.
Sometimes you run out of ideas, just like if you are a writer or whatever. Then you just have to wait around for something to inspire you or look for something to inspire you.
Therefore, in this world he must prepare himself for the life beyond. That which he needs in the world of the Kingdom must be obtained here. Just as he prepared himself in the world of the matrix by acquiring forces necessary in this sphere of existence, so, likewise, the indispensable forces of the divine existence must be potentially attained in this world.
Raise your quality standards as high as you can live with, avoid wasting your time on routine problems, and always try to work as closely as possible at the boundary of your abilities. Do this, because it is the only way of discovering how that boundary should be moved forward.