Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

And Next Year's Words


“For last year's words belong to last year's language 
And next year's words await another voice.” 
― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Your Own Magic Staff

“And, most important of all," added the Mathemagician, "here is your own magic staff. Use it well and there is nothing it cannot do for you."
He placed in Milo's breast pocket a small gleaming pencil which, except for the size, was much like his own.”
Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
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Words. Images. Thoughts. Ideas. Generalizations. Specifics. Stream of Consciousness.

During the month of October, I am going to just watch things fall into place, or not!

Today is Saraswati Puja- the day when we celebrate the Goddess of Learning

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Delicious Ambiguity


“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
Delicious Ambiguity.”
― Gilda Radner
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Words. Images. Thoughts. Ideas. Generalizations. Specifics. Stream of Consciousness.
During the month of October, I am going to just watch things fall into place, or not!

Friday, September 7, 2012

A mistake


“But what if I make a mistake?' Will asked.

Gilan threw back his head and laughed. 'A mistake? One mistake? You should be so lucky. You'll make dozens! I made four or five on my first day alone! Of course you'll make mistakes. Just don't make any of them twice. If you do mess things up, don't try to hide it. Don't try to rationalize it. Recognize it and admit it and learn from it. We never stop learning, none of us.”
- John Flanagan, Erak's Ransom

Friday, July 27, 2012

My father


"My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me."
- Jim Valvano

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Imagination


"This world is but a canvas to our imagination."
Henry David Thoreau 

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

...a much greater hunger...

"Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat."
Mother Teresa