Warning stickers on books would be a nightmare.
I moved to New York when I was 21 or 22 as a graduate fellow.
When I finish a first draft, I often look back at first chapters I wrote and laugh at them. They're like pictures of yourself in middle school. You're embarrassed to see them.
I found a great book called 'Slang Through the Ages' by Jonathon Green. It's basically a thesaurus of historical slang, and had lots of great old uses.
Ninety percent of the research comes first. I mostly blunder around reading stuff and talking to smart people until an idea batters or oozes its way through to my narrative brain.
I think any List of Best X creates arguments and people saying 'You listed that rubbish?' That's what lists like this are for.
I have no problem with commenters stating strong opinions, except for my usual annoyance with people who don't agree with me.
The difference between being a part-time writer and a full-time writer is like the difference between dating someone and living with them. Some of the romance is gone, but you learn things you'd never know just by dating.
Maybe this was how you stayed sane in wartime: a handful of noble deeds amid the chaos.
As a bio major, I figured "free will" meant chemicals in your brain telling you what to do, the molecules bouncing around in a way that felt like choosing but was actually the dance of little gears-neurons and hormones bubbling up into decisions like clockwork. You don't use your body; it uses you.
Never give us what we really want. Cut the dream into pieces and scatter them like ashes. Dole out the empty promises. Package our aspirations and sell them to us, cheaply made enough to fall apart.
I guess sometimes you have to lie to find the truth.
Why are you still wearing...?" Aya began. "Oh, that's not smart plastic? You're really an ugly?" David rolled his eyes and Shay said quietly, "David's never had any surge at all. But I wouldn't use the word ugly...Tally might eat you.
Sometimes you can't choose what you love.
Nature didn't need an operation to be beautiful. It just was.
We don't always get to choose what we love.
A little drama wins more friends than boring.
The Internet is global and seemingly omniscient, while iPods and phones are all microscopic workings encased in plastic blobjects. Compare that to a steam engine, where you can watch the pistons move and feel the heat of its boilers. I think we miss that visceral appeal of the machine.
She looked at David closely, and the feeling was still there. She could see that his forehead was too high, that a small scar cut a white stroke through his eyebrow. And his smile was pretty crooked, really. But it was as if something had changed inside Tally's head, something that had turned his face pretty to her.
you dont see me, now you do, but only if i want you to
It's amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.
I kissed him once," she whispered. "Well done. What did he do?" "Um..." Deryn sighed. "He woke up.
The lie took form as she spoke, pulling on as many strands of truth as it could reach.
Maybe that was the price of loving someone: You lost your grasp of where they ended and you began.
The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side.
The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them.
I'd watched too many schoolmates graduate into mental institutions, into group homes and jails, and I knew that locking people up was paranormal - against normal, not beside it. Locks didn't cure; they strangled.
What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful.
Most men's awareness doesn't extend past their dinner plates.
Emperors are vain and useless things.
All that glitters is not hovery.
Typographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.
The world needed more fireworks- especially now that there was going to be a shortage of beautiful, useless things.
Cure for writer's block: blow something up(in the story)
I go where the lizards tell me.
Wow," came a familiar voice, "Hypochondriac killed the cat." -Dess
Apparently textbooks were an endangered species here in Bixby, Oklahoma.
Maybe kissing is sort of like nature's coffee. -Jonathan
Let me get this stright, Aya-Chan. You want me, a person who can't lie, to lie about the fact that I can't lie?" -Frizz mizuno