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Photographers tend not to photograph what they can’t see, which is the very reason one should try to attempt it. Otherwise we’re going to go on forever just photographing more faces and more rooms and more places. Photography has to transcend description. It has to go beyond description to bring insight into the subject, or reveal the subject, not as it looks, but how does it feel? ↗

— Duane Michals

#feel #photography #photography

I'm not asexual. I'm arelationshipal. ↗

— John Green

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I write description in longhand because that's hardest for me and you're closer to the paper when you work by hand, but I use the typewriter for dialogue because people speak like a typewriter works. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

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Gundar isn't so much a ship's captain as a reformed pirate and a heathen." [Evanlyn] looked apologetically at Gundar. "No offense, Gundar." The skirl shrugged cheerfully. "None taken, little lady. It's a pretty fair description. Not sure about the reformed part," he added thoughtfully. ↗

— John Flanagan

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Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#descriptive #flying #prose #writing #description

This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat; by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow. ↗

— Mervyn Peake

#description #gothic #owl #purple #ruin

As my friend, you should either bring me along, or keep me company." "Friend?" he asked. She blushed. "Well, 'scowling escort' is a better description. Or 'reluctant acquaintance', if you prefer. ↗

— Sarah J. Maas

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It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. ↗

— Maud Hart Lovelace

#grass #june #roses #summer #sunshine

He...boasted an unassuming mustache, which was perched atop his upper lip cautiously, as though it were slightly embarrassed to be there and would like to slide away and become a sideburn or something more fashionable. ↗

— Gail Carriger

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She walked on, comforted by the surf, by the one perpetual moment of beach-time, the now-and-always of it. ↗

— William Gibson

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