#anderson

I pretended to be a Cheyenne guide. I pretended to be a prairie woman. I pretended Henry was my old-timey husband taking me to our new homestead. I leaned down and patted Trouble’s neck. “Good boy,” I said. “Trusty steed. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #henry-whitmire #horseback-riding #horses #laura-anderson-kurk

Next to the first Henry and Meg, Henry had written, “Promise?” Well, that genie’s out of the bottle and there’s no stuffing her back in. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#dating-relationships #henry-whitmire #laura-anderson-kurk #love #meg-kavanagh

We bumped into other silent lines of kids going in the same direction. We looked like we were much younger and our lines were headed to the cafeteria or recess or the carpool line. Or it could’ve been a fire drill. Except for the stone-faced police officers weaving between us with rifles. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#grief #gun-violence #laura-anderson-kurk #love #school-shooting

There will come a time of fire and night, when enemies rise and empires fall, when the stars themselves begin to die. ↗

— Kevin J. Anderson

#kevin-j-anderson #saga-of-seven-suns #science-fiction #science

My mom was sitting at the kitchen table. She’d set her coffee down, making a noise that made me look her way. I’d begun to notice her less and less often, like her colors were fading and blending in with walls. She was shrinking. Or maybe her sphere of influence in the family was shrinking. My dad glanced at her, too, and then wrote something on a napkin. He slid it across the counter to me—Don’t worry. Come home in one piece. Have fun and act like a sixteen-year-old for a change. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#family #glass-girl #grief #laura-anderson-kurk #love

And meanwhile, the storytellers like me and Anderson, Silverberg... we tell stories. People like them. They want to know how it comes out, they want to know what the ending is. ↗

— Jerry Pournelle

#comes #ending #how #know #like

Quinn spoke their language—all mystery and inside jokes, scarred souls and statement shirts. It was a beautiful moment for him—in his element and completely happy. When they started playing, he leaned over and whispered in my ear. “See that guitar?” I nodded. “That’s a 1969 Martin D28. Hear me when I say if I had to choose between a beautiful girl and that guitar, I’d choose the guitar. Natch.” He took a huge gulp of water, clearly affected. “Naturally,” I whispered. “It could be why you’re still single. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #guitar #henry-whitmire #indie-band #laura-anderson-kurk

You don’t see yourself at all, do you? It seems to me that you’re good at everything you try,” said Ethan sincerely. “I had a dream I could breathe underwater,” I said flippantly, “Maybe I’ll go swim with the mermaids.” Ethan turned to look at me with shock in his eyes. “Just kidding,” I said, alarmed at his reaction ↗

— Derrolyn Anderson

#between-the-land-and-sea #derrolyn-anderson #ethan #joke #marina

Every moment of our lives we make choices. Most we don’t even know we’re making, they’re so dull or routine or automatic. Some are beyond explanation—like my mom choosing Wyatt’s memory over Dad and me. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#dating #family-relationships #glass-girl #grief #laura-anderson-kurk

Mr. Freeman: You are getting better at this, but it's not good enough. This looks like a tree,but it is an average, ordinary, everyday, boring tree. Breathe life into it. Make it bend - trees are flexible, so they don't snap. Scar it, give it a twisted branch - perfect trees don't exist. Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree. ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#speak #tree #young-adult-fiction #life