"A bit of trash now and then is good for the severest reader. It provides the necessary roughage in the literary diet."

-- Phyllis McGinley

#Now And Then Quotes #Trash Quotes #Reader Quotes

“I used to do a lot of story writing and storytelling coming up through grade school. By the time I got to college, I decided that I wanted to perform as well, and that's where I started.”
“People come to see the players. Nobody ever bought a ticket to see a manager.”
“I became interested in the delay, having sounds recorded and played back and then come back. I did many different configurations of sending signals from one track back to another track, or to the same track, or crisscrossing them and so forth. I worked on masking the delays so when I played into the machine, I would make long tones and collect sounds in such a way that you didn't hear the delay, although sometimes you did.”

Source : Source: www.artpractical.com
“Never rely on your friends for money, or on your money for friends.”
“Thus, in a crucial way, the Kansas hearings repeat the pattern set by the Scopes Trial, which has been repeated many times since, namely, evolutionists escaped critical scrutiny by not having to undergo cross-examination. In this case, they accomplished the feat by boycotting the hearings. I therefore await the day when the hearings are not voluntary but involve subpoenas that compel evolutionists to be deposed and interrogated at length on their views.”
“[People] want me to finish things. But I see them in such a way and paint them accordingly. ... Nothing is simpler than to complete pictures in a superficial sense. Never does one lie so cleverly as then.”

Source : Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Riva Castleman, Wolfgang Wittrock, Museum of Modern Art (New York, N.Y.) (1985). “Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec: images of the 1890's”
“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.”
“Gradually, the night stumbled as if stunned and wandering aimlessly into an overcast day -- limped through the wilderland of transition as though there were no knowing where the waste of darkness ended and the ashes of light began. The low clouds seemed full of grief -- tense and uneasy with accumulated woe -- and yet affectless, unable to rain, as if the air clenched itself too hard for tears. And through the dawn, Atiaran and Covenant moved heavily, unevenly, like pieces of a broken lament.”

Source : Stephen R. Donaldson (2012). “Lord Foul's Bane”, p.97, Del Rey

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