Quentin Tarantino called this man the greatest dialogue writer in American fiction.
His name is Elmore Leonard. He's dead. But, Hollywood loved him.
He wrote 45 novels throughout his storied career, 14 of which were adapted into screenplays.
Here are his 10 rules of writing:
Be intentional.
With your body, with your mind.
Be intentional.
With your work, with your art.
Be intentional.
With your friends, with your family.
Be intentional.
With your heart, with your soul.
Be intentional.
With your eyes, with your ears.
Be intentional.
With your breath, with your presence.
Be intentional.
For the first two years, grapevines are practically useless. They don't produce grapes and when they do, they're so goddamn hideous they're unsellable. It's very bad business to be a grapevine farmer for the first two years. By the third year, the grapes aren't sweet enough to eat but they're sweet enough to drink. So, they're sold to winemakers to be made into Merlot, Pinot Noir, Grenache or Cabernet Sauvignon. It's not until the fourth year, that grapevines become commercially viable and are sold as fruit that can be eaten. The grapes are beautiful, juicy and heavy. They hang from the vines like something melting. If you're going to commit seriously to something, try and give yourself at least four years for that something to bear fruit.
Michelangelo was apparently hired by Mayor Piero Soderini. When the mayor first laid eyes on David, he was unhappy with the nose.
He told Michelangelo it was too big.
Rather than argue with him, Michelangelo asked the mayor to take several steps back. He climbed to the very top of the scaffolding. When he saw the mayor wasn’t looking, he scooped up a handful of marble dust.
Once at the top, Michelangelo hid David’s nose with the palm of his hand and “chiseled” away, letting loose the marble dust he had collected.
Michelangelo then asked the mayor what he thought.
To which he answered, “You’ve made it come alive.”
@impression_ists He apparently ingested paint, too. Though, I'm not sure if it was yellow. During several psychiatric episodes at the Saint-Paul asylum in Saint-Rémy, he consumed paint. It became serious enough that his doctors considered preventing him from painting. Thank God they didn't.