#bell

The job of the novelist is to invent: to embroider, to color, to embellish, to make things up. ↗

— Donna Tartt

#embellish #invent #job #make #novelist

And if we burn, you burn with us. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#guerilla #incite #rebellion #war #rebellion

I'm playing 10 feet from Mike Campbell every night. I look across the stage, there's Howie. Tom's in the middle and we're playing all this stuff I love. It's great. ↗

— Benmont Tench

#campbell #every #every night #feet #great

It's just someone has labelled us as having a different label to do what you do. I find that labels are the worst thing in the world for artistic expression. ↗

— Ornette Coleman

#artistic expression #different #expression #find #having

I just want to tell you what it's like not to have Planned Parenthood... you have to give your kids Ramen noodles at the end of the month to fill up their little bellies so they won't cry. You have to give them mayonnaise sandwiches. They get very few fruits and vegetables because they're expensive. ↗

— Gwen Moore

#bellies #cry #end #expensive #few

What is your name?" she murmured. He cocked an eyebrow at her and then went back to staring at his brother. "I'm the evil one, in case you haven't figured it out." "I wanted your name, not your calling." "Being a bastard's more of a compulsion, really. And it's Zsadist. I am Zsadist. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#sobriquet #vampire #zsadist #evil

Though I was not a belligerent kid, I do not think I ever passed up a good opportunity to fight. ↗

— Gene Tunney

#ever #fight #good #good opportunity #i

Gavin stood within the trees, observing her from the shadows. He watched the basket rise to her nose as she closed her eyes to sniff at its contents. A smile told him it smelled delicious, but she didn’t open the container to pinch off a sample. Instead, the basket lowered to swing at her side as it had previously done. All at once the air was filled with soft singing--a sweet, merry tune comprised of ludicrous lyrics. It was impossible not to grin at the words. “Rainbows paint the sky ‘til the sun melts their colors. Swinging in the wind, whiskered cattails purr. The pigs gallop by and snort at the moon, While frogs kiss the lizards and princesses too.” ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#dreamland #dreams #gavin #richelle #richelle-goodrich

Tell me have you ever wanted someone so much it hurts? Your lips keep trying to speak, but you just can't find the words. Well I had this dream once, I held it in my hand... You had me dim the lights, you danced just like a child. The wine spilled on your dress and all you did was smile. Yeah, it was perfect. I hold it in my mind. When we owned the night. ↗

— Lady Antebellum

#love #music #we-owned-the-night #dreams

Truth or dare...truth ain't fair. Marshal Robert Quantrell - Belle Starr: Dead Man's Hand (work in progress) ↗

— Belinda McBride

#science-fiction #science