Powerful story

Strength of a Woman

Svetlana Alexievich - Writers in Motion

Unseen Restraints

I have the whole Table of Elements in my body. I'm still wracked by malaria. Not long ago I had a few teeth pulled, one after the other, and in my pain and shock I began to talk. The dentist, a woman, looked at me almost in disgust: "A mouth full of blood, and he wants to talk ..." At that moment I realized I would never be able to talk honestly about anything again. Everyone thinks of us like that: mouths full of blood, and we want to talk.

-- "Zinky Boys: Soviet Voices from a Forgotten War" by Svetlana Alexievich, page 10

Nobel Lecture by Toni Morrison

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But try. For our sake and yours forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don't tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief s wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear's caul. You, old woman, blessed with blindness, can speak the language that tells us what only language can: how to see without pictures. Language alone protects us from the scariness of things with no names. Language alone is meditation.

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Nobel Lecture by Toni Morrison - Media Player at Nobelprize.org

Realizations in Hindsight

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Let me change the mood with a few sweet words that will, I hope, serve as well as that music. As you know, the question we writers are asked most often, the favourite question, is; why do you write? I write because I have an innate need to write! I write because I can't do normal work like other people. I write because I want to read books like the ones I write. I write because I am angry at all of you, angry at everyone. I write because I love sitting in a room all day writing. I write because I can only partake in real life by changing it. I write because I want others, all of us, the whole world, to know what sort of life we lived, and continue to live, in Istanbul, in Turkey. I write because I love the smell of paper, pen, and ink. I write because I believe in literature, in the art of the novel, more than I believe in anything else. I write because it is a habit, a passion. I write because I am afraid of being forgotten. I write because I like the glory and interest that writing brings. I write to be alone. Perhaps I write because I hope to understand why I am so very, very angry at all of you, so very, very angry at everyone. I write because I like to be read. I write because once I have begun a novel, an essay, a page, I want to finish it. I write because everyone expects me to write. I write because I have a childish belief in the immortality of libraries, and in the way my books sit on the shelf. I write because it is exciting to turn all of life's beauties and riches into words. I write not to tell a story, but to compose a story. I write because I wish to escape from the foreboding that there is a place I must go but – just as in a dream – I can't quite get there. I write because I have never managed to be happy. I write to be happy.

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Excerpt from "Orhan Pamuk - Nobel Lecture: My Father´s Suitcase". Nobelprize.org. Nobel Media AB 2014. Web. 14 May 2016.

For the Love of Life

 “Everyone in this room is going to be gone pretty quickly — and we will have either made something or not made something. The artists that inspire me are the ones that I look at and go, ‘Oh my god — you didn’t have to go there. It would’v been safer not to — but, for whatever reason, you did.’ And every time death happens, I’m reminded that it’s stupid to be safe… Usually, whatever that is — wherever you don’t want to go, whatever that risk is, wherever the unsafe place is — that really is the gift that you have to give.”

--Amanda Palmer

For the Love of Reading

Dream Big, No Excuses

Loss and Gain

“Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth.”

                           from the poem “Kindness” by Naomi Shihab Nye

Events in Time & Space

“Time exists in order that it doesn’t happen all at once… space exists so that it doesn’t all happen to you.”

At the Same Time: Essays and Speeches

By Susan Sontag

Life

Let everything happen to you.
Beauty and terror.
Just keep going.
No feeling is final .

~Rainer Maria Rilke