Quotation – July 27, 2017 #2

Everything is energy and that’s all there is to it. Match the frequency of the reality you want and you cannot help but get that reality. It can be no other way. This is not philosophy. This is physics.

Albert Einstein

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Quotation – July 27, 2017

Writing is like being in love. You never get better at it or learn more about it. The day you think you do is the day you lose it. Robert Frost called his work a lover’s quarrel with the world. It’s ongoing. It has neither a beginning nor an end. You don’t have to worry about learning things. The fire of one’s art burns all the impurities from the vessel that contains it.

James Lee Burke

Quotation – July 26, 2017

The writer must always leave room for the characters to grow and change. If you move your characters from plot point to plot point, like painting by the numbers, they often remain stick figures. They will never take on a life of their own. The most exciting thing is when you find a character doing something surprising or unplanned. Like a character saying to me: ‘Hey Richard, you may think I work for you, but I don’t. I’m my own person.

Richard North Patterson


Quotation – July 18, 2017

“Don’t you worry, and don’t you hurry.”
I know that phrase by heart, and if all other music should perish out of the world it would still sing to me.

Mark Twain


Quotation – July 16, 2017

Truth is mighty and will prevail.
There is nothing wrong with this, except that it ain’t so.

Mark Twain


Quotation – July 12, 2017

When I start on a book, I have been thinking about it and making occasional notes for some time–20 years in the case of “Imperial Earth”, and 10 years in the case of the novel I’m presently working on. So I have lots of theme, locale, subjects and technical ideas. It’s amazing how the subconscious self works on these things. I don’t worry about long periods of not doing anything. I know my subconscious is busy.

Arthur C. Clarke


Quotation – July 7, 2017

Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another’s voice, another’s soul.

Joyce Carol Oates


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