Indecisiveness
I used to think I was indecisive, but now I’m not so sure.
— Unknown
The human brain starts working the moment you are born and never stops until you stand up to speak in public.
Sometimes in a man or a woman an awareness takes place — not very often and always inexplainable. There are no words for it because there is no one ever to tell. This is a secret not kept a secret, but locked in wordlessness. The craft or art of writing is the clumsy attempt to find symbols for the wordlessness. In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplainable. And sometimes if he is very fortunate and if the time is right, a very little of what he is trying to do trickles through.
— John Steinbeck, Journals of a Novel: The East of Eden Letters
This is another installment from Steinbeck’s journals written as he was giving birth to East of Eden. It has echos from my Julian Schnabel quote when he said “That is true about all art. The conflict is to try and take what is inside of you and put it inside somebody else.”
There’s no such thing as a glass ceiling. It’s just a thick layer of men.
— Laura Liswood, Secretary-General Council of Women World Leaders
I have always been one to create my own reality. My mom has told me that, as a child, I would often raise my hand and say, “I reject that.”
I found this letter on the tubes today. Apparently this letter was never sent, but it makes me think as much as it makes me smile.
Dimensions will always be expressed in the least usable term. Velocity, for example, will be expressed in furlongs per fortnight.