It was a dark and stormy night.
(via thelifeguardlibrarian)
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There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. If you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is; nor how valuable it is; nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours, clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly of the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction; a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.
Martha Graham to Agnes DeMille
@1 month agolife:
The advice Mia Farrow would give her 22 year old self:
“That version of me had no idea what was ahead. I was so clueless. You know, I would say to [that younger version of myself], I would say — well, I probably wouldn’t have listened! I think I was very naive and childish, and playful and trusting and all those things, which sound charming, but didn’t turn out to be all the tools I needed. I would’ve said, ‘Follow your instincts, and go back to school … be a little more courageous.’”
(see more — I Was in LIFE: Stars Remember)

Little known fact. I’m a sucker for conspiracy theories. Not that I always believe them, of course, but they are always fascinating. And if you watch it, about minute 3:10 is my favorite.
It was a good, springy ground for walking, and a day of pale winter sunlight. As they got deeper into the moor, the loneliness increase: one could hear peewits and see an occasional hawk. When they halted in the middle of the morning for a rest and a drink in a little hollow by a stream, Jill was beginning to feel that she might enjoy adventures after all, and said so.
“We haven’t had any yet,” said the Marshwiggle.
(The Silver Chair. C.S. Lewis.)
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