Do you want my biography? Here it is. 

I was born in Taganrog in 1860. I finished the course at Taganrog high school in 1879. In 1884 I took my degree in medicine at the University of Moscow. In 1888 I gained the Pushkin prize. In 1890 I made a journey to Sahalin across Siberia and back by sea. In 1891 I made a tour in Europe, where I drank excellent wine and ate oysters. In 1892 I took part in an orgy in the company of V. A. Tihonov at a name-day party. I began writing in 1879. The published collections of my works are: “Motley Tales,” “In the Twilight,” “Stories,” “Surly People,” and a novel, “The Duel.” I have sinned in the dramatic line too, though with moderation. I have been translated into all the languages with the exception of the foreign ones, though I have indeed long ago been translated by the Germans. The Czechs and the Serbs approve of me also, and the French are not indifferent. The mysteries of love I fathomed at the age of thirteen. With my colleagues, doctors, and literary men alike, I am on the best of terms. I am a bachelor. I should like to receive a pension. I practice medicine, and so much so that sometimes in the summer I perform post-mortems, though I have not done so for two or three years. Of authors my favorite is Tolstoy, of doctors Zaharin.

All that is nonsense though. Write what you like. If you haven’t facts make up with lyricism.

Letter from Anton Tchekhov to V. A. Tihonov, dated February 23, 1892

O homem que quer ser livre. Come, bebe, como qualquer outro, é funcionário, não faz política, lê L’ Oeuvre e Le Populaire e está em dificuldades financeiras. Mas quer ser livre como outros desejam uma colecção de selos. A liberdade é o seu jardim secreto. A sua pequena conivência para consigo próprio. Um tipo preguiçoso e frio, um pouco quimérico, mas muito razoável no fundo, que dissimuladamente construí para si próprio uma felicidade medíocre e sólida, feita de inércia e que justifica de vez em quando com elevadas reflexões. Não é isto que sou?

Jean-Paul Sartre | A Idade da Razão

I went to hear Krishnamurti speak. He was lecturing on how to hear a lecture. He said, “You must pay full attention to what is being said and you can’t do it if you take notes.” The lady on my right was taking notes. The man on her right nudged her and said, “Don’t you hear what he’s saying? You’re not supposed to take notes.”She then read what she had written and said, “That’s right. I have written down right here in my notes.”

John Cage | Indeterminacy