In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labor by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart
— Dylan Thomas
A real work of art destroys, in the consciousness of the receiver, the separation between himself and the artist.
— Leo Tolstoy
Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
— John Steinbeck