Short Trustworthy Quotes & Sayings

Phases of the creative process: Preparation-gathering impressions Incubation-letting go of certainties Immersion/Illumination-creative intervention/risk Revision-conscious structuring and editing of creative material. — Gail Sheehy

All art is propaganda. — George Orwell

Of course, she wasn't entirely certain what kind of man she should like to encourage.
She knew she wanted someone respectable but not dull. Exciting but not dangerous. Strong but not overbearing. Loyal and trustworthy but not a lapdog. And this mythical paragon would love her without reservation for the rest of his days. In short, the man of her dreams would be very nearly perfect and probably did not exist.
Leo said something she didn't quite catch, but she smiled and nodded nonetheless. Perhaps he was right about lowering her standards if she did indeed wish to marry. — Victoria Alexander

You want to know what I want? I'll tell you what I want. I want back what Bobby Fischer took with him when he disappeared. — Ben Kingsley

A lot of DJs who started the same time as me, they are not to be seen anymore. And I get so much love and respect from the young DJs, and some of them look up to me or ask me for advice. I am almost like the mentor. — Tiesto

I'm not going to pretend that I never fantasized about winning the Hugo. Or the Nebula, for that matter. I just never thought it was an actual real possibility. — Ann Leckie

According to the most trustworthy statistics the number of adult Dullards in the United States is but little short of thirty millions, including the statisticians. — Ambrose Bierce

If these town gods can't detect the thieves who steal from their own temples, it's hardly likely they'll tell me who stole my spade. — Aesop

Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes. — Lord Byron

In Heaven, you're going to get just about whatever you want. Heaven's the place where all your heart's desires will be fulfilled - if they're good ones. Put in your order now! — David Berg

All of those thousands upon thousands of photographs my father had taken. Think of them instead. Each one a record, a testament, a bulwark against forgetting, against nothingness, against death. Look, this happened. A thing happened, and now it will never un happen. Here it is in a photograph: a baby putting its tiny hand in the wrinkled palm of an octogenarian. A fox running across a woodland path and a man raising a gun to shoot it. A plane crash. A comet smeared across a morning sky. A prime minister wiping his brow. The Beatles, sitting at a cafe table on the Champs-Elysees on a cold January day in 1964, John Lennon's pale face under the brim of a fisherman's cap. all these things happened, and my father committed them to a memory that wasn't just his own, but the world's. My father's life wasn't about disappearance. His was a life that worked against it. — Helen Macdonald