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)
It’s sort of weird if you think about it. We live in a pretty apathetic age, yet we’re surrounded by an enormous amount of information about other people. If you feel like it, you can easily gather that information about them. Having said that, we still hardly know anything about people.
Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via notimeforyoutowaste)