Idle

“Dare to be idle, not to be pressed and duty-driven all the time. Dare to love people even when they are very unsavory, dare not to try and dominate others to show them what they must do for their own good. For great and creative men know that what is best for every man is his own freedom, so that his imagination can grow in its own way, even if that way, to you or me, seems very bad indeed. (…) It is the idleness when you walk alone for a long, long time, or lie in bed at night and thoughts come and go, or plant in a garden, or drive a car for many hours alone, or play the piano, or sew, or paint alone – and this is what I want you to do, where you sit with a pencil and paper or before a typewriter quietly putting down what you happen to be thinking – that is creative idleness. With all my heart I tell you and reassure you: at such times you are being slowly filled and recharged with warm imagination, and with wonderful, living thoughts.”

Brenda Ueland, If you want to write

Aici sunt (încă). Am vrut doar să las scrisă bucata asta de viață, să-mi amintească de cea mai bună liniște la care am reușit să ajung. Fără zgomot care să acopere gândurile, fără trăiri programate și închise în contexte îngustate de tot felul de frici. Fără fugă. Mi-am găsit cuvintele într-o carte care mi-a reamintit de ce scriu. Mai ales, de ce-mi închipui.