Olga Broumas quotes

Even when I cannot write, I know I am still a writer, just the way I know I am still sexual even if I have not had a lover for many months.
-- Olga Broumas

#Writing #Way #Months

She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.
-- Olga Broumas

#Wise #Rose #Thorns

Sweep the garden, any size, said the roshi. Sweeping, sweeping alone as the garden grows large or small. Any song sung working the garden brings up from sand gravel soil through straw bamboo wood and less tangible elements Power song for the hands Healing song for the senses what can and cannot be perceived of the soul.
-- Olga Broumas

#Song #Healing #Garden

Days I kept busy with fractured angels' client masquerades.
-- Olga Broumas

#Angel #Clients #Massage

When you died I didn't weep nor dream but knew you like a god breathe in each healing we begin.
-- Olga Broumas

#Dream #Healing #Massage

I am a woman / who understands / the necessity of an impulse whose goal or origin / still lie beyond me.
-- Olga Broumas

#Lying #Goal #Impulse

Sisterhood - that is, primary and bonding love from women - is, like motherhood, a capacity, not a destiny. It must be chosen, exercised by acts of will.
-- Olga Broumas

#Motherhood #Destiny #Sisterhood

The most difficult and complicated part of the writing process is the beginning.

Back in the days when American billboard advertising was in flower [said Hemingway], there were two slogans that I always rated above all others: the old Cremo Cigar ad that proclaimed, Spit Is a Horrid Word-but Worse on the end of Your Cigar, and Drink Schlitz in Brown Bottles and Avoid that Skunk Taste. You don't get creative writing like that any more.

Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.

I can write better than anybody who can write faster, and I can write faster than anybody who can write better.

I can write better than anyone who can write faster,

Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.

Just as modern motorways have no room for ox-carts or wandering pedestrians, so modern society has little place for lives and ways that are too eccentric.

She didn't know then that life has a way of backing you into a corner. You make your choices when you're far too young to understand their implications, and with each choice you make the field of possibility narrows. You choose a career and other careers are lost to you. You choose a mate and commit to loving no other.

But Nature too, shakes off her sleep today; By May's mild sun we see reviv'd her frame, Around my window Venus' birds proclaim, The month most cherish'd backwards bends his way!

I started working at Apple about 18 months after I bought my Apple II