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“His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“A: The soul wanders in the dark, until it finds love. And so, wherever our love goes, there we find our soul.
Q: It always happens?
A: If we're lucky. And if we let ourselves be blind.
Q: Instead of watching out?
A: Instead of always watching out.”
― Mary Zimmerman, Metamorphoses

“This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.”
― Sid Ziff

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
― Ernest Hemingway