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Prince Wen Hui's cook was cutting up an ox.... The ox fell apart with a whisper. The bright cleaver murmured like a gentle wind. Rhythm! Timing! Like a sacred dance.... Prince Wen Hui: Good work! Your method is faultless! The cook: Method? What I follow is Tao beyond all methods! When I first began to cut up oxen I would see before me the whole ox all in one mass. After three years I no longer saw this mass. I saw the distinctions. But now I see nothing with the eye. My whole being apprehends. My senses are idle. The spirit free to work without plan follows its own instinct guided by natural line, by the secret opening, the hidden space, my cleaver finds its own way... Then I withdraw the blade, I stand still and let the joy of the work sink in. I clean the blade and put it away. Prince Wan Hui: This is it! My cook has shown me how I ought to live my own life! Chuang Tzu		Friday May 03, 2024
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Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice and I'll tell you a story. Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald

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Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald

Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald

Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (September 24, 1896 - December 21, 1940) was an American writer of novels and short stories, whose works have been seen as evocative of the Jazz Age, a term he himself allegedly coined. He is regarded as one of the greatest twentieth century writers. Fitzgerald was of the self-styled "Lost Generation," Americans born in the 1890s who came of age during World War I. He finished four novels, left a fifth unfinished, and wrote dozens of short stories that treat themes of youth, despair, and age.

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The victor belongs to the spoils.

Her voice is full of money.

It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.

Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.

Writers aren't exactly people ... they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person.

Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry 'Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!'

Everyone suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.

If you're strong enough, there are no precedents.

... and thus we beat on, boats against the current ... born back ceaselessly into the past ...

In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning.

It was about then [1920] that I wrote a line which certain people will not let me forget: 'She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven.'

All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.

No grand idea was ever born in a conference, but a lot of foolish ideas have died there.

Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice and I'll tell you a story.

Almost everybody can be imagined as either a cat or a dog.

Thirtythe promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning briefcase of enthusiasm, thinning hair.

They were careless people, Tom and Daisy they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.

There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.

One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pinprick, but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.

Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.

The hangover became a part of the day as well allowed-for as the Spanish siesta.

Egyptian Proverb: The worst things: To be in bed and sleep not, To want for one who comes not, To try to please and please not.

Either you think or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.

The kiss originated when the first male reptile licked the first female reptile, implying in a subtle, complimentary way that she was as succulent as the small reptile he had for dinner the night before.

Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.