#erie

When you look more generally at life on Earth, you find that it is all the same kind of life. There are not many different kinds; there's only one kind. It uses about fifty fundamental biological building blocks, organic molecules. ↗

— Carl Sagan

#building-blocks #earth #existence #life #molecules

...the solitude was intoxicating. On my first night there I lay on my back on the sticky carpet for hours, in the murky orange pool of city glow coming through the window, smelling heady curry spices spiraling across the corridor and listening to two guys outside yelling at each other in Russian and someone practicing stormy flamboyant violin somewhere, and slowly realizing that there was not a single person in the world who could see me or ask me what I was doing or tell me to do anything else, and I felt as if at any moment the bedsit might detach itself from the buildings like a luminous soap bubble and drift off into the night, bobbing gently above the rooftops and the river and the stars. ↗

— Tana French

#independence #noise #reverie #solitude #life

Haylee thought of all the supernatural creatures that could kill her... a vampire or even a vampire slayer, and became angry at the idea a fairy might end her life tonight. ↗

— Natasha Larry

#teen-paranormal #unnatural-law #young-adult-fantasy #young-adult-paranormal #life

I am developing new coping mechanisms for lost words and lost negatives, as here for instance: compensate by describing the episode instead. When something is lost, redirect energy, follow the derivé, the chance and flow of what life tosses us, and make something new instead. Remember that I'm often struck by certain passages of descriptive writing, writing that is not about driving home a point but about providing detail, background, setting the scene (it's tempting to call this the stadium of writing). It has a "something from nothing" quality: a pleasurable experience has been had, and no one has paid a price. Remember that writing does not have to be torture (107). ↗

— Moyra Davey

#experience

Have you been hitting the wine or my mother's brownies again? ↗

— Terri Herman-Poncé

#paranormal-romance #paranormal-series #paranormal-suspense #life

Life is NOT short! It's just by the time we catch up to appreciating it...we've already left life at least halfway behind us. ↗

— Sanjo Jendayi

#behind #deserie-johnson #life #sanjo-jendayi #short

Opinions vary. ↗

— Patrick Swayze

#paranormal #philosophy #psychology #science-fiction #spiritual

Rourk didn’t even know her name, but he knew he’d never seen anyone so magnificent in his life. Her wavy hair glistened in the sunlight. She had a delicate, round face with large, blue-green eyes and full lips. With her cheeks flushed from the cold fall air, she reminded him of a porcelain doll. He knew that her looks deceived; her bold, daring eyes gave her away. She constantly observed her surroundings. Rourk smiled to himself; soon they would be together. ↗

— Julia Crane

#young-adult-paranormal #young-adult-romance #young-adult-series #life

Never tell a mother how she has to raise her children and give no advice over their schooling, health or nutrition if you are not asked to. ↗

— Rossana Condoleo

#etiquette #giving-advice #good-manners #life-coaching #life-experience

The private detective of fiction is a fantastic creation who acts and speaks like a real man. He can be completely realistic in every sense but one, that one sense being that in life as we know it such a man would not be a private detective." (Letter, April 19, 1951) ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#private-detective #realism #writing #life