What did Rita Mae Brown mean by: A deadline is negative inspiration. Still, it’s better than no inspiration at all. Rita Mae Brown Author · USA Copy
+ You sell a screenplay like you sell a car. If someone drives it off a cliff, that’s it. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Rita Mae Brown, commodification, Consequences, Risk, 0 Rita Mae Brown Author · USA
+ Education is a wonderful thing. If you couldn’t sign your name you’d have to pay cash. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Rita Mae Brown, Education, Finance, Literacy, 0 Rita Mae Brown Author · USA
+ The human animal dances wildest on the edge of the grave. Author, July 19, 2023January 2, 2025, Rita Mae Brown, Fear, Life, Mortality, 0 Rita Mae Brown Author · USA
+ Life matters more than any painting, novel, film, or great big diamond. Author, December 22, 2023December 29, 2024, Rita Mae Brown, Perspective, Priorities, Value, 0 Rita Mae Brown Author · USA
+ The reward for conformity is that everyone likes you but yourself. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Rita Mae Brown, Approval, Conformity, Self-awareness, 0 Rita Mae Brown Author · USA
+ When I got [my] library card, that was when my life began. Author, July 7, 2023January 2, 2025, Rita Mae Brown, Education, Exploration, Transformation, 0 Rita Mae Brown Author · USA
+ friendship is love made bearable. Author, October 2, 2023January 2, 2025, Rita Mae Brown, Acceptance, Companionship, Support, 0 Rita Mae Brown Author · USA
+ Don’t ask to live in tranquil times. Literature doesn’t grow there. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Rita Mae Brown, Challenge, Growth, Literature, 0 Rita Mae Brown Author · USA
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
It takes 25 years to learn to draw, one hour to learn to paint. Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
Be a mere assistant to your unconscious. Do only half the work. The rest will do itself. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Days, months, years fly away, and irrecoverably sink in the abyss of time. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
