- . . . all that paddling around in the alphabet soup of one’s childhood, scooping up letters, hoping to arrange them into enlightening sentences that would explain why things had turned out the way they had.- Sue Monk Kidd – The Mermaid Chair
- Strain to see through the window of your own artistic consciousness in the exhilarating and frightening and liberating knowledge that there is no path to the waterfall, and there are a million paths to the waterfall and there is, too, only one path. Yours. -Brett Lott – Before We Get Started
- Everywhere man blames nature and fate, yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his character and passion, his mistakes and weaknesses.- Democrites
- The pages were waxed board covered with a crinkly sheet of polyurethane to hold the photos down. The layer of plastic gave the family depicted in the album a preserved quality, as if it had been bagged like evidence.- Michael Chabon – The Yiddish Policeman’s Union
- As is true of any writing that comes out of one’s existence, the experiences themselves were transformed during the act of writing . . . the writer transcends her material in the act of looking at it . . . a metamorphosis takes place: something happens within; a new chaos, and then slowly a new being.- Lillian Smith – Killers of the Dream
- I want to create a narrative of the self. I believe every life is worth mythologizing.- Joseph O Legaspi
- It’s strange how deliberate people are after death. All the indecision suddenly vanishes into clear, defined moments – All the small, simple conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do everyday.- Libba Bray – A Great and Terrible Beauty
- Miracles happen, especially if you pursue them. - Stephanie Elizando Grunt – Confessions of an Author Nomad (Poets & Writers Magazine)
- The thing about old music is that none of it sounds the way it’s supposed to anymore because we don’t have the right ears to hear it.
- Adam McOmber – Fall Orpheum
- It is a myth that writers write what they know. We write what it is that we need to know.- Marcie Hershman
- I have become a collector of me.- Sonya Sanchez
- There I was, walking barefoot in empty neighborhood streets after dark, one of a half-dozen teenagers trekking the asphalt center line, oozing like ectoplasm from home to home.- Jessica Handler – Invisible Sisters
There is no particular theme to this grouping, but I was just continuing down the list of ones I had not shared. Some people call this collecting golden lines. Do you have those little moments of poetry and prose that stay with you? That you must copy over and hold onto?
I have noted that I’m not collecting as many of these as I used to. I’m almost to the end of my list (which I did type up last summer I believe!). Do I have fewer as I read more online? Because keeping up with the notebook isn’t always easy?