Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end. – Virginia Woolf I’m reading The Common Reader by Virginia Woolf and enjoying it a good bit but I’ll leave the expounding to clever types like Flynn.
Monthly Archives: July 2010
“I trained as an actor in New York, and one discipline I studied was the Stanislavski technique, the basis of which is to live truthfully in the imaginary circumstances. That is what I try to do when I write. I set up an imaginary world, and try to let the characters live truthfully in that
Major Amberson had “made a fortune” in 1873, when other people were losing fortunes, and the magnificence of the Ambersons began then.
“The artist’s only responsibility is his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one…If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate: The Ode on a Grecian Urn is worth any number of old ladies.” — William Faulkner
I avoided Twilight phenomena because, to be frank, I didn’t want anything to pollute my image of a shirtless, ageless David Boreanaz. Still, I’ve always had a thing for British Boys, and Robert Pattinson has a superbly fascinating face. So, on Sunday I stole into a screening of Eclipse. Today I read Water for Elephants
Lucky, this point in time and space Is chosen as my working place Where the sexy airs of summer, The bathing hours and the bare arms, The pleasant drives through a land of farms, Are good to a newcomer. –Auden
