Matsuo Basho Quotes
April's air stirs in willow-leaves...a butterfly floats and balances.
Matsuo Basho
Quotes to Explore
I was taught to think outside the box. Before my grandfather was one of the original Mad Men, he and a group of other Air Force Intelligence officers formalized brainstorming as a problem solving technique. He taught the concept that creativity can be taught at Buffalo University. My dad invented toys. My mom was a photographer.
M. J. Rose
I think in all cultural organizations there has to be renewal. I'm also of a certain age that someone new can come in with a breath of fresh air. Things change, and I think that's important.
Zarin Mehta
'Butterfly Mosque' came out of the emails I wrote to family and friends back home after moving to Egypt.
G. Willow Wilson
In our sun-down perambulations, of late, through the outer parts of Brooklyn, we have observed several parties of youngsters playing 'base', a certain game of ball ... Let us go forth awhile, and get better air in our lungs. Let us leave our close rooms ... the game of ball is glorious.
Walt Whitman
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play- A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair
Edmund Spenser
Trying to make a living from poetry is like putting chains on butterfly wings.
A. R. Ammons
...a victim of bad medicine, bad air, bad food, farcical education, a despicable popular culture.
Anthony Burgess
'Thanks be to God,' says the Admiral; 'the air is soft as in April in Seville, and it is a pleasure to be in it, so fragrant it is.'
Christopher Columbus
Every body in light and shade fills the surrounding air with infinite images of itself; and these, by infinite pyramids diffused in the air, represent this body throughout space and on every side.
Leonardo da Vinci
In view of the fading animals the proliferation of sewers and fears the sea clogging, the air nearing extinction we should be kind, we should take warning, we should forgive each other Instead we are opposite, we touch as though attacking, the gifts we bring even in good faith maybe warp in our hands to implements, to manoeuvres
Margaret Atwood
I recall the sudden arpeggios of laughter lilting across the tender, springtime grass - gay-welling, far-floating, fluent, spontaneous, a bell-like feminine fluting, then suppressed; as though snuffed swiftly and irrevocably beneath the quiet solemnity of the vespered air now vibrant with somber chapel bells.
Ralph Ellison
Part of a writer's job is just spacing out, looking into the air and imagining things.
Kelly Sue DeConnick
