You can’t enjoy art or books in a hurry.
We are the sum total of the decisions we have made.
Ah college years, those were the days. Pure freedom ... leaving home for the first time…the parties…
While art thrives on the blazing colours of scandal, literature blossoms on the dark soil of tragedy.
... there was one new metallic monstrosity stacked in one corner that she hadn’t seen the last time she was a visitor to his strange chamber, it appeared to be a mass of hard drives all fused together, but they looked too sophisticated to be merely hard drives. “What on earth is that?” “That’s my Kung Fu,” he said proudly, patting the top of the futuristic-looking stack. “Is that what you wanted to show me?” “No, but it’s impressive, isn’t it?” “If you say so.” Steves sighed and shook his head, so few people could appreciate the intellectual complexity of an almost untraceable hacking device.
How can you be inspired if you do not surround yourself with the things that inspire you?