“Sometimes people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them,” I said. Isaac shot me a look. “Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That’s what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway. Don’t you believe in true love?” I didn’t answer. I didn’t have an answer. But I thought that if true love did exist, that was a pretty good definition of it.”—
“The truth is that an artist’s appraisal of his own work, in terms of how much better some stuff is than other stuff, is probably completely meaningless. If you grab a random person off the street and hold up two things and say this is my good shit and this is my bad shit, he probably won’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. 9 out of 10 people will probably say it’s the same exact shit.
This is why worrying too much about the quality of what you do is kind of ridiculous, and worrying about it is what leads to blocks. In the end what you make is the result of your capabilities and your effort, and practically nothing else. So you might as well stop worrying, drop the bullshit, and just make it.”—Andrew Hussie (via indolentjellyfish)
My students have been working on Kafka’s literature and we’ve been doing these head-to-head analysis activities in groups where they’re basically supposed to assert interpretations and refute others. I meant for it to add a competitive edge to the activities.