You are not separate from the whole. You are one with the sun, the earth, the air. You don’t have a life. You are life.
Eckhart Tolle (via lazyyogi)
I have spent a good many years since ― too many, I think ― being ashamed about what I write. I think I was forty before I realized that almost every writer of fiction or poetry who has ever published a line has been accused by someone of wasting his or her God-given talent. If you write (or paint or dance or sculpt or sing, I suppose), someone will try to make you feel lousy about it, that’s all.
Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft (via maxkirin)