Quotation – September 6, 2017

In private correspondence the great mystery writer Raymond Chandler once confessed that even if he didn’t write anything, he made sure he sat down at his desk every single day and concentrated. I understand the purpose behind his doing this. This is the way Chandler gave himself the physical stamina professional writer needs, quietly strengthening his willpower. This sort of daily training was indispensable to him.

Haruki Murakami



Quotation – September 5, 2017

You may have noticed that the less I know about a subject, the more confidence I have, and the more new light I throw on it.

Mark Twain

Another Rhododendron

Quotation – September 4, 2017


To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out for another is to risk involvement.
To expose your feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas, your dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.

To hope is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, and is nothing.

They may avoid suffering and sorrow, but they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live.
Chained by their attitudes, they are a slave, they have forfeited their freedom.
Only the person who risks is free.





Quotation – August 30, 2017

Whoever dreamed up Scrabble had an exaggerated idea of how many seven-letter words have five i’s.

Robert Brault


Quotation – August 29, 2017

Carlyle said “a lie cannot live.”
It shows that he did not know how to tell them.

Mark Twain


Quotation – August 27, 2017

Even if you’re on the right track, you’ll get run over if you just sit there.

Will Rogers


Quotation – August 23, 2017

“… Each nugget of information was fascinating. The world was full of newfound marvels and he wanted to share the excitement with everybody. They all did. They had a certain sense. It wasn’t a sense of ennui or cynicism. It was…
A sense of wonder.
That was it. A sense of wonder, in the fine old original meaning of the word. They wondered at their world. Because when you did that, everything was wonder-full.

Fallen Angels, p.137
Niven, Pournelle and Flynn

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