Ann Brashares Quotes

Write what's up there." Sister Ignatius pointed at her temple. "As a great man once said, this is a secret garden. We've all got one of those." "Jesus?" "No, Bruce Springsteen.

I hid myself within myself ... and quietly wrote down all my joys, sorrows and contempt in my diary.

But generally speaking, I tend to be quiet and introspective.

A man's true secrets are more secret to himself than they are to others.

I was one of those dark, quiet kids that wrote poetry.

I've always been just kind of consumed by my own thoughts.

The characters I write about are very internal.

Any human being has private thoughts.

A lot of photographers walk around looking for something 'out there,' but I'm very much interested in what's 'in here.'

I think of the part of me that writes as the most private self. It's the part that's engaged the least with the rest of the world's needs.

I am moving deeper into my own brain.

The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever. The true life takes place when we're alone, thinking, feeling, lost in memory, dreamingly self-aware, the submicroscopic moments.

I was never interested in what everybody else was interested in. I was very interiorized. I always felt kind of sad.

We are such inward secret creatures, that inwardness is the most amazing thing about us, even more amazing than our reason.

We knew so little about eachother. We lay mostly submerged, like ice floes with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white. Here was a rare sight below the waves, of a man's privacy and turmoil, of his dignity upended by the overpowering necessity of pure fantasy, pure thought, by the irreducible human element - Mind.

Secret thinker sometimes listening aloud.

Look, then, into thine heart, and write!

Such as every man is inwardly so he judgeth outwardly.

your soul is an inner something that is another you and hardly anybody knows what it's really thinkin' except you.

There is no entering into the secret thoughts of a man's heart.

But you can't get away from yourself. You can't decide not to see yourself anymore. You can't decide to turn off the noise in your head.

You can never be more outside of you, than what's in you

What are your thoughts?' 'My thoughts?' I replied, before I even realized what I was saying. 'My thoughts created my world.' Mac sat up in his seat. He scrunched his curls with his hands, perplexed. 'Who said that?' I told him the truth. 'Oh, just someone I used to know,' I said, stroking the naked skin on my middle finger.

Film is about what you are thinking. It's about what's inside.