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The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity—it’s envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.
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If there is a magic in story writing, and I am convinced that there is, no one has ever been able to reduce it to a recipe that can be passed from one person to another. The formula seems to lie solely in the aching urge of the writer to convey something he feels important to the reader. If the writer has that urge, he may sometimes but by no means always find the way to do it.
(John Steinbeck, via Letters of Note)
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When designers are looking to be “innovative,” many often forget that it’s not just about trendy aesthetic appeal. It’s about genuinely improving an experience and filling a need. Korean designer Joonhyun Kim’s “Flat Bulb” does just that, reducing its volume to be 1/3 smaller, reducing the cost of packaging and transport. Better yet, its slim shape allows bulbs to be easily stacked and prevents breakage as it does not roll. Simple, yet effective. That gets design daps.
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Then you started fooling with them, making them come from things they didn’t come from, changing them into other people and you can’t do that, Scott. If you take real people and write about them you cannot give them other parents… You cannot make them do anything they would not do. You can take you or me or Zelda or Pauline or Hadley or Sara or Gerald but you have to keep them the same and you can only make them do what they would do. You can’t make one be another. Invention is the finest thing but you cannot invent anything that would not actually happen…
Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it—don’t cheat with it. Be as faithful to it as a scientist—but don’t think anything is of any importance because it happens to you or anyone belonging to you.
(Ernest Hemingway, via Letters of Note)
