The other night we talked about literature's elimination of the unessential, so that we are given a concentrated "dose" of life. I said, almost indignantly, "That's the danger of it, it prepares you to live, but at the same time, it exposes you to disappointments because it gives a heightened concept of living, it leaves out the dull or stagnant moments. You, in your books, also have a heightened rhythm, and a sequence of events so packed with excitement that I expected all your life to be delirious, intoxicated.

It has taken me years of struggle, hard work, and research to learn to make one simple gesture, and I know enough about the art of writing to realize that it would take as many years of concentrated effort to write one simple, beautiful sentence.

Writing is like making love. Don't worry about the orgasm, just concentrate on the process.

This is the other secret that real artists know and wannabe writers don't. When we sit down each day and do our work, power concentrates around us. The Muse takes note of our dedication. She approves. We have earned favor in her sight. When we sit down and work, we become like a magnetized rod that attracts iron filings. Ideas come. Insights accrete.

Writing is a concentrated form of thinking. I don't know what I think about certain subjects, even today, until I sit down and try to write about them. Maybe I wanted to find more rigorous ways of thinking. We're talking now about the earliest writing I did and about the power of language to counteract the wallow of late adolescence, to define things, define muddled experience in economical ways. Let's not forget that writing is convenient. It requires the simplest tools. A young writer sees that with words and sentences on a piece of paper that costs less than a penny he can place himself more clearly in the world. Words on a page, that's all it takes to help him separate himself from the forces around him, streets and people and pressures and feelings. He learns to think about these things, to ride his own sentences into new perceptions.

Let's get one thing clear right now, shall we? There is no Idea Dump, no Story Central, no Island of the Buried Bestsellers; good story ideas seem to come quite literally from nowhere, sailing at you right out of the empty sky: two previously unrelated ideas come together and make something new under the sun. Your job isn't to find these ideas but to recognize them when they show up.

Concentrate on what you want to say to yourself and your friends. Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness. You say what you want to say when you don't care who's listening.

"We all come into this world the same: naked, scared, and ignorant. After that grand entrance, the life we end up with is simply an accumulation of all the choices we make. Our choices can be our best friend or our worst enemy. They can deliver us to our goals or send us orbiting into a galaxy far, far away.

The thing about a wedding is: you don't remember the vows. You forget them the second after your mouth utters the sacred words, because your brain needs the room to catalog every detail of your partner's face. All of my concentration is on him. Everything is wonderful. Every day is the same. Every day is like our wedding day.

I sat in silence in my room concentrating on turning off the deejay, slowly breathing in and out, but the silence only seemed to make the voice in my head grow louder.

Leer un buen libro es casi como estar en la luna. Durante esos instantes, mientras te sumerges entre las p?ginas, dejas de tener los pies en la tierra, viajas lejos, a otros lugares, a otros mundos, a otras vidas...

If you choose to always mind other people business. You will end up not having any business of your own to mind. If you choose to concentrate on other people lives , you will end up, not having a life at all.

Obstacles, challenges and failure will trip us to fall in life, but when we fall. We don't concentrate on the fall, but we concentrate on what we are here to do. We concentrate on what we do best. That is how we keep on shinning and keep on winning.

Para aquel que roba, o pide prestado un libro y a su due?o no lo devuelve, que se le mude en sierpe la mano y lo desgarre. Que los gusanos de los libros le roan las entra?as como lo hace el remordimiento que nunca cesa

"You entrap me

You can do anything, When you put your time and mind into it. When you are focusing doing it or making it work. When your concentration is on it. It will work and it will happen. Nothing is impossible, something is always possible.

Te sientes sola cuando sales con un chico, y haces el amor en su piso, y ?l se esfuerza por ser simp?tico y hacerte sentir bien, pero es como si todas sus atenciones se dirigiesen a tu cuerpo y no a tu mente (te hace el amor, te hace la cena) y sientes que cada minuto que pasas con ?l solo contribuye a que os cans?is un poco m?s el uno del otro, y cuando os separ?is finges que es doloroso, pero en realidad lo est?s deseando porque supone un alivio dejar de esforzarte por complacer al otro, y cuando llegas a casa tientes la impresi?n de que ?l ya no ha vuelto a pensar en ti desde que saliste de la suya, tienes la sensaci?n de que has salido de su vida para siempre, aunque sepas que al d?a siguiente te volver? a llamar y volver?s a tener sexo con ?l, pero esa noche, mientras te desnudas en silencio y te metes en la cama, est?s segura de que ?l no est? pensando en ti, que nadie piensa en ti, en realidad, y tambi?n est?s segura de que si descuelgas el tel?fono y llamas a tu madre, a tus hermanas o a alguna de tus pocas amigas, o lo llamas a ?l, cualquiera de ellos se sorprender? de ver tu n?mero y de o?r tu voz, y les llevar? unos segundos hacer un hueco para acomodar tu presencia en su mundo, porque solo eres algo ajeno que entra y sale a la escena de sus vidas, algo que no deja m?s huella que un tenue rastro de incomodidad. La soledad es algo dif?cil de explicar, y si no te has sentido as? jam?s, enhorabuena.

If I am remembered for anything, I want it to be for this: that throughout my entire life, I was deeply sensitive. Sensitive to feelings, words and surroundings. Sensitive to people, places and things. The smallest of things make me emotional in this world. It could be a memory, a truthful face, or a flash of childhood; it could be the smile of a stranger or the openness of the sky. And throughout my life I saw it as an isolating difference. But in my maturity as a man I've discovered my sensitivity is a liberating gift. Because I feel deeply about things. I feel deeply about people. About doing right. About keeping my word. Seeing others achieve. Seeing loved ones grows. I am sensitive to the feelings of the less fortunate, the few, and those struggling. And whenever I get so angry about the world or how people treat each other, I burn bitterly and fierce. Yet, when that flame extinguishes what is left is what is greatest of me; the slow moving tide of my heart. That tide is kind. It is understanding. It is calm. And it is the central moving force in my soul and the rhythm that I am and that I always return to: my sensitivity. I've always been this way. Since I was a boy. Now I am a man and I don't take anything less than pride in it. Because I have found that the tiniest of moments, memories, smiles, dreams and people can make the most emotional impact on me, and the lives of others. And what this brings me all back to is what I what I understand: I have found that I feel more, I care more, and I want people to be more. And that is why I have decided that I must love more. But if I'm remembered for anything - over my laugh, my love or my wonderous beautiful life, I want it to be for my sensitivity. And that I believe that true greatness in the depths of any man, woman or child, is a place of care, consideration and true sensitivity.

Concentrate on your goals until you become highly successful and financially free, because after being successful your life will work as per your thoughts and expectations

No one should ever despair because the entrance to his or her chosen career path is clogged. There is an ancient saying: "The persistent drip wears through stone.

If you want to concentrate deeply on some problem, and especially some piece of writing or paper-work, you should acquire a cat. Alone with the cat in the room where you work ... the cat will invariably get up on your desk and settle placidly under the desk lamp ... The cat will settle down and be serene, with a serenity that passes all understanding. And the tranquility of the cat will gradually come to affect you, sitting there at your desk, so that all the excitable qualities that impede your concentration compose themselves and give your mind back the self-command it has lost. You need not watch the cat all the time. Its presence alone is enough. The effect of a cat on your concentration is remarkable, very mysterious.

Cada vez que te enamores no expliques a nadie nada, deja que el amor te invada sin entrar en pormenores

For a moment David was tempted to think that perhaps there were no good people at all outside concentration camps, but then he reminded himself of the sailor and Angelo and the English people who might have been ignorant but were certainly not bad.

To turn your dreams into reality, all your resources, efforts and concentration should be aligned in the same direction.