8:16 a.m. — Atlanta
listening to Harry Belafonte singing Kingston Market
Hello, all. We have a cool, grey day here. Go Autumn. Meanwhile, for your writing pleasure, I have eight statements made by author, Henry Miller:
The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.
An artist is always alone — if [s]he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.
The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood.
All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without benefit of experience.
One can be absolutely truthful and sincere even though admittedly the most outrageous liar. Fiction and invention are of the very fabric…
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