#own

I let the front door slam shut behind me and the fly screen rattle. It was as if each door was kicking me out of the old life I'd lived in that house. I was being thrown out into the world, new. The broken, leaning gate creaked open, let me out, and I gently placed it shut. I was gone, and from down the street, maybe fifty yards away, I looked back for a second at the house where I lived. It wasn't the same any more. It never would be. I kept walking. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#into-the-world #leave-home #old-life #slam-shut #thrown-out

As long as the constitution of my country is not amended to cut down the sizes of the dreams of its citizens, I have the freedom to dream extra largest dreams. I am even dreaming over-size dreams now. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#big-dreams #constitution #country #cut-down #dream

It is because of this sea between us. The earth has never, up to now, separated us. But, ever since yesterday, there has been something in this nonetheless real, perfectly Atlantic, salty, slightly rough sea that has cast a spell on me. And every time I think about Promethea, I see her crossing this great expanse by boat and soon, alas, a storm comes up, my memory clouds over, in a flash there are shipwrecks, I cannot even cry out, my mouth is full of saltwater sobs. I am flooded with vague, deceptive recollections, I am drowning in my imagination in tears borrowed from the most familiar tragedies, I wish I had never read certain books whose poison is working in me. Has this Friday, perhaps, thrown a spell on me? But spells only work if you catch them. I have caught the Tragic illness. If only Promethea would make me some tea I know I would find some relief. But that is exactly what is impossible. And so, today, I am sinning. I am sinking beneath reality. I am weighted down with literature. That is my fate. Yet I had the presence of mind to start this parenthesis, the only healthy moment in these damp, feverish hours. All this to try to come back to the surface of our book... Phone me quickly, Promethea, get me out of this parenthesis fast!) ↗

— Hélène Cixous

#despair #drowning #imagination #parenthesis #sea

I am my own Universe, I my own Professor. ↗

— Sylvia Ashton-Warner

#i #i am #my own #own #professor

The professor’s motive was in the grand scheme of things terribly petty ” Greenwood said. “"Pilate’s Cross" is inspired by the questions this terrible crime created but as a work of fiction it is set in a different place and time and has a more complex motive for the murders. ↗

— J. Alexander Greenwood

#pilate-s-cross #small-town-murder #thriller #thrillers #inspirational

I work with the Carl Lewis Foundation focusing on youth from high school down. ↗

— Carl Lewis

#down #focusing #foundation #high #high school

I turned down 'Some Like It Hot.' See how smart I am? I felt I couldn't bring anything funny to it. The outfit was funny. I don't need to compete with the wardrobe. ↗

— Jerry Lewis

#anything #bring #compete #down #felt

Charlie Brown's good. I always had a little crush on that Lucy. I thought she was kind of a hot little brunette. ↗

— Matthew Lillard

#brown #brunette #charlie #crush #good

I was dealing with craft, and that's the surprising thing, the number of people who have literally broken down on our stage, because when you're talking about the thing that is most important to someone, they're liable to feel something strong. ↗

— James Lipton

#because #broken #craft #dealing #down

An individual, in promoting his own interest, may injure the public interest; a nation, in promoting the general welfare, may check the interest of a part of its members. ↗

— Friedrich List

#general #general welfare #his #individual #injure