#tin

In 2008, I was more just thinking about using the touchscreen for writing the songs. From there I started thinking about how I visualised music. ↗

— Bjork

#how #i #just #more #music

I feel so lucky at being able to do what I love. Writing has proved to be a fascinating journey – without maps and compass at times – but it is one where I am continually learning. ↗

— Elizabeth Buchan

#love

We bumped into other silent lines of kids going in the same direction. We looked like we were much younger and our lines were headed to the cafeteria or recess or the carpool line. Or it could’ve been a fire drill. Except for the stone-faced police officers weaving between us with rifles. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#grief #gun-violence #laura-anderson-kurk #love #school-shooting

I write about the emotional crises that we face in our lives. Readers tell me that they identify with my characters. They know them. They are them. I'm an everyday woman writing about everyday people facing not- so-everyday challenges. And believe me, I love readers like you to bits. I've built my career one reader at a time. I owe a dept of gratitude to you all! ↗

— Barbara Delinsky

#love

What do I love most? Working with words. Words in a sentence are like pieces of a puzzle; you try out a whole bunch, then turn them this way and that until they fit into the whole. Creating flow is crucial. There's nothing like the moment when, after working and reworking a sentence, everything falls into place, and you know that it's right. What I do love least? Touring. It's grueling, time-consuming, and lonely. ↗

— Barbara Delinsky

#love

Caleb came to his mother's side and helped her to her feet. "Besides, if you rest, then I am free to make love to Jacqueline." "Caleb!" Jacqueline had been worried she would say the wrong thing. Instead, Caleb had put his foot in it. But obviously all the cliches she'd ever heard about Italian sons were true. He really could do no wrong, for Mrs. D'Angelo shook her finger at him--but she said indulgently, "You are incorrigible." "Ma, I'm just trying to get going on those grandchildren you want. ↗

— Christina Dodd

#jacqueline-vargha #meeting-mom #love

Now that rock is turning 50, it's become classical in itself. It's interesting to see that development. ↗

— Bjork

#classical #development #interesting #itself #now

What destiny is there, but to sense, observe, merge, re-emerge, Empty, yet filled, spreading everywhere, inside, outside, in, Pulsing, fluctuating, breathing as part of one being, Whispering, feeling, reflecting, flowing between hot and cold, Mineral and plant, dark and light, love and fear, new and old. ↗

— Jay Woodman

#breathing #destiny #everywhere #feeling #flowing

His resonating stare fluttered through my memory, and I shivered. I hadn’t seen kindness in his pupils. I only saw intensity, and, I hated to admit it, but he was beyond intimidating. He was overwhelming. (Jessica) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#gaze #intensity #intimidating #love #overwhelming

I get my heroes so that they're lean and hard muscled and mocking and sardonic and tough and tigerish and single, of course. Oh and they've got to be rich and then I make it that they're only cynical and smooth on the surface. But underneath they're well, you know, sort of lost and lonely. In need of love but, when roused, capable of breathtaking passion and potency. Most of my heroes, well all of them really, are like that. They frighten but fascinate. They must be the sort of men who are capable of rape: men it's dangerous to be alone in the room with. ↗

— Violet Winspear

#love