I could paint for a hundred years, a thousand years without stopping and I would still feel as though I knew nothing.
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Quote for Today: Eric Roth
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.
―Eric Roth, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
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Quote for Today: Cate Blanchett
It’s not just women in film, 18-year-old girls feel pressure to do preventative injecting. I see someone’s face, someone’s body who’d had children and I think they’re the song lines of your experience, and why would you want to eradicate that? I look at people sort of entombing themselves and all you see is little pin holes of terror… and you think, just live your life, death is not going to be any easier just because your face can’t move.
—Cate Blanchett, “Motherhood, Hollywood and Cate”, The Age, May 9 2005
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Quote for Today: Anna Quindlen
Our love of lockstep is our greatest curse, the source of all that bedevils us. It is the source of homophobia, xenophobia, racism, sexism, terrorism, bigotry of every variety and hue, because it tells us there is one right way to do things, to look, to behave, to feel, when the only right way is to feel your heart hammering inside you and to listen to what its timpani is saying.
―Anna Quindlen, Loud and Clear
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Quote for Today: Catherynne M. Valente
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Squeeze your eyes closed, as tight as you can, and think of all your favorite autumns, crisp and perfect, all bound up together like a stack of cards. That is what it is like, the awful, wonderful brightness of Fairy colors. Try to smell the hard, pale wood sending up sharp, green smoke into the afternoon. To feel the mellow, golden sun on your skin, more gentle and cozier and more golden than even the light of your favorite reading nook at the close of the day.
―Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
Synkroniciti has quoted Catherynne M. Valente before here.