Posts tagged ‘life’

May 2, 2014

Quote of the Day: Neil Gaiman

When writing a novel, that’s pretty much entirely what life turns into: ‘House burned down. Car stolen. Cat exploded. Did 1500 easy words, so all in all it was a pretty good day.’

February 7, 2014

Quote of the Day: Alan Moore

Life is a lot more interesting if you are interested in the people and the places around you. So, illuminate your little patch of ground, the people that you know, the things that you want to commemorate. Light them up with your art, with your music, with your writing, with whatever it is that you do.

August 12, 2013

Quote of the Day: Edna Ferber

Life can’t defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer’s lover until death.

April 9, 2013

Quote of the Day: Annette Funicello

Life does not have to be perfect to be wonderful.

September 18, 2012

Quote of the Day: Andy Warhol

People sometimes say that the way things happen in the movies is unreal, but actually it’s the way things happen to you in life that’s unreal.

August 31, 2012

Quote of the Day: Federico Fellini

Going to the cinema is like returning to the womb; you sit there, still and meditative in the darkness, waiting for life to appear on the screen.

August 14, 2012

Quote of the Day: Alfred Hitchcock

Drama is life with the dull parts cut out of it.

August 1, 2012

Quote of the Day: Jean-Luc Godard

The cinema is not an art which films life: the cinema is something between art and life. Unlike painting and literature, the cinema both gives to life and takes from it, and I try to render this concept in my films. Literature and painting both exist as art from the very start; the cinema doesn’t.

March 6, 2012

Aldous Huxley

That was the chief difference between literature and life. In books, the proportion of exceptional to commonplace people is high; in reality, very low.

February 15, 2012

Quote of the Day: Virginia Woolf

Fiction, imaginative work that is, is not dropped like a pebble upon the ground, as science may be; fiction is like a spider’s web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.