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    Stephen King
    “Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.”
    Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

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    Elizabeth Wurtzel
    “I'm the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Just like the Cheshire cat, someday I will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phony, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant. I am the girl you see in the photograph from some party someplace or some picnic in the park, the one who is in fact soon to be gone. When you look at the picture again, I want to assure you, I will no longer be there. I will be erased from history, like a traitor in the Soviet Union. Because with every day that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible...”
    Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

  • #3
    Henry David Thoreau
    “The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams.”
    Henry David Thoreau

  • #4
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
    “Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.”
    Edna St. Vincent Millay

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    Edna St. Vincent Millay
    Song of a Second April

    APRIL this year, not otherwise
    Than April of a year ago
    Is full of whispers, full of sighs,
    Dazzling mud and dingy snow;
    Hepaticas that pleased you so
    Are here again, and butterflies.

    There rings a hammering all day,
    And shingles lie about the doors;
    From orchards near and far away
    The gray wood-pecker taps and bores,
    And men are merry at their chores,
    And children earnest at their play.

    The larger streams run still and deep;
    Noisy and swift the small brooks run.
    Among the mullein stalks the sheep
    Go up the hillside in the sun
    Pensively; only you are gone,
    You that alone I cared to keep.”
    Edna St. Vincent Millay