The miracle of turning inklings into thoughts and thoughts into words and words into metal and print and ink never palls for me.
Beware thoughts that come in the night. They aren’t turned properly; they come in askew, free of sense and restriction, deriving from the most remote of sources.
I work because I have issues and questions and feelings and thoughts that I want to have a look at. I’m not in need of, or wanting, particularly, to know what other folk are up to.
I spend a lot of time talking to young and emerging producers on Twitter, feeding back thoughts and encouraging them.
For me, the most fascinating interface is Twitter. I have odd cosmic thoughts every day and I realized I could hold them to myself or share them with people who might be interested.
I always try to get people a different outlook. When you do that, people take ownership of the information. They don’t ever have to reference me because, I’d like to believe as an educator, I’m empowering them to have those thoughts themselves.
To a mind like mine, restless, inquisitive, and observant of everything that was passing, it is easy to suppose that religion was the subject to which it would be directed; and, although this subject principally occupied my thoughts, there was nothing that I saw or heard of to which my attention was not directed.
Drag your thoughts away from your troubles… by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it.
Never believe that true prayer consists in mere babbling, reciting so many psalms and vigils, saying your beads while you allow your thoughts to roam.
Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends… Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.