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A fine glass vase goes from treasure to trash, the moment it is broken. Fortunately, something else happens to you and me. Pick up your pieces. Then, help me gather mine.
Vera Nazarian
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Vera Nazarian
Age: 58
Born: 1966
Born: May 25
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The only way to help your unique literary voice grow and eventually sing like a glorious creature of wonder is to write what you excites you into a creative passion and brings you pure unadulterated joy.
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Respect the young and chastise your elders. It's about time the world was set aright.
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Wisdom is nothing more than the marriage of intelligence and compassion. And, as with all good unions, it takes much experience and time to reach its widest potential. Have you introduced your intellect to your compassion yet? Be careful lately, intellect has taken to eating in front of the TV and compassion has taken in too many cats.
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I see no profound progress taking place when there is no hope, no inspiration, only drastic overthrow and rebellion. Before having a revolution of thought there must be real ideals to aspire to, and they are only to be found within.
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The heartland lies where the heart longs to be. Sometimes it takes a lifetime to find the true place to plant it.
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Sometimes, being true to yourself means changing your mind. Self changes, and you follow.
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Whenever you go on a trip to visit foreign lands or distant places, remember that they are all someone's home and backyard.
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True balm [of fantasy] takes away the painful irritation of life and simply heals, allowing one to begin anew. And that is what fantasy can do for us.
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The world is shaped by two things — stories told and the memories they leave behind.
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In Lords of Rainbow I start out by taking away color from the world, and in the process show color's vital place in our lives. At least I hope that by the end of the book it's a portion of what the reader comes away with - a sense of how much color perception enriches our lives and how its lack can make our sensory experience incomplete.
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My characters often start out with a loss of some sort, usually a loss of emotion or purpose or hope. What I do in the course of my writing is weave a thematic arc of fulfillment. It is my constant theme as a creator.
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Clad in metaphor, the world becomes newborn to our senses, like a phoenix. It is the most effective fresh presentation of the elements of our life for our jaded, numbed, even ailing sense of imagination.
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And it is a quiet terrible thing, too, to discover the value of love this way [after loss] - when the object of love is no longer there, when love dies or goes away or changes. When it is too late.
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I've just been bitten on the neck by a vampire... mosquito. Does that mean that when the night comes I will rise and be annoying?
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Fantasy is not the literature of subversion of the status quo but of 'awakening to' the status quo.
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I love to fool my readers, but in a good way. If you've read any of my work, there's a good chance that at some point I surprised you.
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The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air. It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is fresh promise and wonder in the skies.
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One of the things that I've noticed over the years is that I seem to be fascinated as a writer with the notion that we already have all that we need.
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Neither sugar nor salt tastes particularly good by itself. Each is at its best when used to season other things. Love is the same way. Use it to season people.
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Q: Why do I love thee, O Night? A: Because you know I will never answer.
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