#ayn

He looked up, past her, at the bedroom. Finally, a break to the white - but this wasn't much better. Pink carpeting, princess border along the ceiling, white walls, and a gold canopy bed. "What," he said, "no Barbie dream castle?" Layne flushed. "Shut up. ↗

— Brigid Kemmerer

#layne-forrest #dreams

It's not a question of who will allow me to do it, it's a question of who will stop me. ↗

— Ayn Rand

#dedication #dreams #question #rand #stop

Who worries for dying? If I close my eyes tonight, I will either dream, or not, or my eyes will open and I will be here again. And if none of those happen, and I do not wake? Who worries for dying? ↗

— Roman Payne

#dreams #dying #roman-payne #sleeping #death

From all that I saw, and everywhere I wandered, I learned that time cannot be spent. It can only be squandered. ↗

— Roman Payne

#payne #time #experience

I’ve only been to jail a few times, but in several different countries, at that. No, I've only been to jail a few times. But I still claim the ability to write a "serious" novel. ↗

— Roman Payne

#growth #hard-times #hardship #jail #jailbird

The ‘Muse’ is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first awake. ↗

— Roman Payne

#artistic #creativity #equations #gifts #ideas

Alexander Payne's very specific. His scripts are always complete when you start working on them. ↗

— Kathy Bates

#always #complete #his #payne #scripts

As I make my way through, I feel okayness reaching through me. The funny thing is that okayness is not a real word. It's not in the dictionary. But it's in me. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#it-s-in-me #okayness #real-word #funny

We've a bond, haven't we, Goaty? Fellow victims. Partners in survival. Though God knows what my mum will say If I try and take him home... ↗

— Kate Cann

#consumed #fire-and-rayne #home

Fueled by my inspiration, I ran across the room to steal the cup of coffee the bookshelf had taken prisoner. Lapping the black watery brew like a hyena, I tossed the empty cup aside. I then returned to the chair to continue my divine act of creation. Hot blood swished in my head as my mighty pen stole across the page. ↗

— Roman Payne

#artists #artists-life #coffee #creation #creativity