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I was forgetting that an artist also just stares at a piece of paper or canvas all day. It somehow never occurred to me to connect these two diverse creative modes.
Vera Nazarian
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Vera Nazarian
Age: 58
Born: 1966
Born: May 25
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
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Moscow
Russian SFSR
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Passion and courtesy are two polar opposite traits that serve to balance each other into a full-blooded whole. Without socialization, passion is a crude barbarian, and without passion, the elegant and polite are dead. Allow both passion and courtesy into your life in equal measure, and be complete.
Vera Nazarian
The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust.
Vera Nazarian
Respect the young and chastise your elders. It's about time the world was set aright.
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We don't need fantasy to mess with our minds to the point of rendering us insane - real life horrors do that already.
Vera Nazarian
It's easier for a rich man to ride that camel through the eye of a needle directly into the Kingdom of Heaven, than for some of us to give up our cell phone.
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A wise person is like a smoothly polished rock: it takes time to become either.
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Fantasy plunders the well of our deepest selves for existent truth instead of creating new truths out of the illusory fabric of recent events or the flow of society.
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My brand of fantasy is completely devoid of the traditional notions of magic as ritual. Instead I see the fantastic as a meta-layer of existence beyond the real world.
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Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind. Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days as it grows around the trunks. And their roots give names to all things. Their language has been lost. But not the gestures.
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SUN, MOON, AND STARRY SKY Early summer evenings, when the first stars come out, the warm glow of sunset still stains the rim of the western sky. Sometimes, the moon is also visible, a pale white slice, while the sun tarries. Just think -- all the celestial lights are present at the same time! These are moments of wonder -- see them and remember.
Vera Nazarian
Our world is so bursting-full of natural wonder that we are all experiencing a sensory overload. We are no longer perceiving all of Ú the details, just the ones that immediately interest us.
Vera Nazarian
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.
Vera Nazarian
Here's a new 'Blessing' for our time -- 'May Anderson Cooper never be sent to report on your town!
Vera Nazarian
Don't let a loud few determine the nature of the sound. It makes for poor harmony and diminishes the song.
Vera Nazarian
Withhold a smile only when the smile can hurt someone. Otherwise, let it bloom forth in a riot.
Vera Nazarian
The world is shaped by two things — stories told and the memories they leave behind.
Vera Nazarian
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.
Vera Nazarian
In some of my works I take away other elements of the world - normalcy, sex drive, sense of time, memory, a loved one. Without some of these basics, characters have no choice but to do something to reclaim their lives.
Vera Nazarian
Not every puzzle is intended to be solved. Some are in place to test your limits. Others are, in fact, not puzzles at all.
Vera Nazarian
I was nurtured on Greek Mythology and the classical epics. I lived and breathed Homer. Other mythologies - the Russian, the Norse, the Persian, the Indian, Egyptian, etc. - all came later. First and foremost were the Greeks, and they were all living in my head as though I were Zeus and they were a clamoring Chorus of Athenas.
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