#chapter

I don't care," Clary said. "He'd do it for me. Tell me he wouldn't. If I were missing-" "He'd burn the whole world down till he could dig you out of the ashes. I know," Alec said. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#chapter-one #city-of-lost-souls #clary-fray #jace #mortal-instruments

What does he say?' he asked. 'He’s very sad,’ Úrsula answered, ‘because he thinks that you’re going to die.' 'Tell him,' the colonel said, smiling, 'that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#solitude

What does a mirror look at? ↗

— Frank Herbert

#dune #frank #herbert #mirror #scifi

I'll write maybe one long paragraph describing the events, then a page or two breaking the events into chapters, and then reams of pages delving into my characters. After that, I'm ready to begin. ↗

— Anne Tyler

#begin #breaking #chapters #characters #delving

I think about the characters I've created and then I sit down and start typing and see what they will do. There's a lot of subconscious thought that goes on. It amazes me to find out, a few chapters later, why I put someone in a certain place when I did. It's spooky. ↗

— Tom Clancy

#amazes #certain #chapters #characters #conscious thought

When I was a child of six or seven my father would show me the chapter in the prophet Isaiah where the name Immanuel is found; more than once he spoke to me of the faith he put in me. ↗

— Immanuel Velikovsky

#child #faith #father #found #i

I was writing a chapter of Beautiful Evidence on the subject of the sculptural pedestal, which led to my thinking about what's up on the pedestal - the great leader. ↗

— Edward Tufte

#beautiful #chapter #evidence #great #i

Opening yourself up to making mistakes and being vulnerable is what makes it beautiful and special with the person you love. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#beauty

He domesticated and developed the native wild flowers. He had one hill-side solidly clad with that low-growing purple verbena which mats over the hills of New Mexico. It was like a great violet velvet mantle thrown down in the sun; all the shades that the dyers and weavers of Italy and France strove for through centuries, the violet that is full of rose colour and is yet not lavender; the blue that becomes almost pink and then retreats again into sea-dark purple—the true Episcopal colour and countless variations of it. ↗

— Willa Cather

#chapter-i #death

The old fun thing is when somebody typed up the first chapter of War and Peace. And then made a precis of the rest of it and sent it out and only one publisher recognized it. ↗

— Jim Harrison

#first #fun #fun thing #made #old