#intro

You can't lie to your soul. ↗

— Irvine Welsh

#introspection #honesty

In an extroverted society, the difference between an introvert and an extrovert is that an introvert is often unconsciously deemed guilty until proven innocent. ↗

— Criss Jami

#assumption #bias #blame #extroversion #extroverts

Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself. ↗

— Franz Kafka

#writing #introspection

It's interesting to feel the pressure of having to be outgoing, because I think in general, as a human being, I'm pessimistic and introverted. But, it's cool, because it's a whole different side of me, and I impress myself. Even at times when I think that there's no possible way that I can be engaging, I'll suddenly pull it out and impress myself. ↗

— Nate Ruess

#being #cool #different #engaging #even

The book grew out of the introduction I did for Brady's Gates of Janus. I knew that the writing in that introduction had a better than average chance of being read by people involved in Brady's life - parents of victims, police, Brady himself. ↗

— Peter Sotos

#being #better #book #brady #chance

Believe it or not, my introduction to scary literature was 'Pinocchio.' My mother read it to me every day before naptime when I was three or four. The original 'Pinocchio' is terrifying. ↗

— R. L. Stine

#believe #day #every #every day #four

One of the problems the internet has introduced is that in this electronic village, all the village idiots have internet access. ↗

— Peter Nelson

#electronic #idiots #internet #introduced #problems

Prohibition was introduced as a fraud; it has been nursed as a fraud. ↗

— Roger Q. Mills

#fraud #introduced #nursed #prohibition

It's indeed surprising that replacing the elementary particle with a string leads to such a big change in things. I'm tempted to say that it has to do with the fuzziness it introduces. ↗

— Edward Witten

#big change #change #elementary #fuzziness #i

During the next few years I wrote a series of Martian pensées, Shakespearean "asides," wandering thoughts, long night visions, predawn half-dreams. The French, like St. John Perce, practice this to perfection. It is the half-poem, half-prose paragraph that runs as little as one hundred words or as long as a full page on any subject, summoned by weather, time, architectural facade, fine wine, good victuals, a view of the sea, quick sunsets, or a long sunrise. From these elements one upchucks rare hairballs or a maundering Hamlet-like soliloquy. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#architecture