Quote the Raven, “Nevermore.”
~Edgar Allen Poe
Quotations. Some people love them. Some can’t be bothered. Me, I’m the former, but I understand the other camp. Somewhat. For me, quotes are great creativity tools. Oh no, Dear Readers, not inspiration. I use them to spur The Muse into another long-winded, babbling rant of fiction. Hah, and you were thinking there was hope for me yet, weren’t you? You weren’t? Good, you’re learning.
Pain is only valuable once you know that you’ve learned from it.
There’s a person here who occasionally sends out emails to the entire department with an inspirational quote. That’s it. Just the quote. Certainly, we all know by now that these things don’t work the way they’re intended. Here, as with other places I’ve worked, the only purpose these email quotes serve is to cause the bulk of the population to waste twenty minutes surfing the web for an appropriate quote reply.
You’re happiest while you’re making the greatest contribution.
~Robert F. Kennedy
The English contribution to the world cuisine – the chip.
I’ve been in management. I was fairly good at it. It made me miserable. I know for a fact that this kind of thing is a waste of time if you’re trying to inspire the rank and file. We do much better on free pizza, with the one exception of the time that someone ordered too may veggies and not enough pepperoni.
Still, quotes have their place. I had the iPod shuffling by genre this morning on the way to work. Up pops “Nancy Boy” by Placebo. No surprise there. However as I’m be-bopping along, one phrase sticks in my mind,
Comes across all shy and coy
Just another Nancy boy
Next thing I know, I’ve worked out the scene that’s been bugging me all night. I started this scene three times yesterday and each time it petered out into Sucksville. I ripped the pages out and started again. Three times. With shy and coy Nancy boys on my mind, I managed to get the scene done as soon as I got out of the car. He needed coyness. That was what was missing. Yay, Brian. Thanks for that.
I get a lot of ideas in the car. I truly believe it is The Muse’s sick idea of amusement. Driving, with no notebook or pen, zipping down the highway, before coffee has done its job, I get these great ideas. Gotta remember. Gotta remember. Then, I arrive at the office and I can’t remember what the heck I thought was such a great idea.
Your grandchildren will likely find it incredible – or even sinful – that you burned up a gallon of gasoline to fetch a pack of cigarettes!
~Dr. Paul MacCready, Jr.
I don’t smoke, but I do try not to dart off in the car without good reason. Some days work doesn’t seem like a good enough reason. It’s not that I’m obsessing about the environment or the price of gas, but rather because I have better things to do than sit in the car fifteen minutes each way to spend five minutes in the store buying a soda. I add the soda to the list, and if I’m lucky, I don’t forget that we’re running low next time.
But what about the inspiration? Oh right, I forgot. I thought of the idea to write about quotations in the car on the way to work this morning. I even had a good quote to go along with it, but The Muse won’t share it with me now.
Oh well, whatever, nevermind.