#fan

The brightest light casts the darkest shadow. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#books #cyberpunk #dark #dark-elves #ego

She was the most painful, most glorious dance of his life ↗

— Anne Bishop

#life

There's more to life than just surviving . . . but . . . sometimes just surviving is all you get ↗

— Charles de Lint

#life

A feeling rose in me, and I just let it, because what harm could it do? It only had another thirty-two adagio bars of life in this world. Twenty-four. Sixteen. Eight more bars in which I love you. Three. Two. One. ↗

— Rachel Hartman

#fantasy #romance #life

If you see the dragon fly, best you drink the flagon dry.” —Zarost ↗

— Greg Hamerton

#drinking #fantasy-books #fantasy-fiction #life-lessons #life

You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing, and you're terrified somebody's going to stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somaliland. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself. ↗

— George Axelrod

#caged-bird #free-spirit #holly-golightly #wild-thing #life

When Life rings your door bell and leaves a burning bag of poo on your porch don't step on it, instead put it out by pissing on it. Touche, Life will say. Touche. ↗

— Sheldon Higdon

#steampunk #suspense #thriller #urban-fantasy #young-adult

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#fantasy-fiction #life #life

… because I sometimes have moments of such despair, such despair … Because in those moments I start to think that I will never be capable of beginning to live a real life; because I have already begun to think that I have lost all sense of proportion, all sense of the real and the actual; because, what is more, I have cursed myself; because my nights of fantasy are followed by hideous moments of sobering! And all the time one hears the human crowd swirling and thundering around one in the whirlwind of life, one hears, one sees how people live—that they live in reality, that for them life is not something forbidden, that their lives are not scattered for the winds like dreams or visions but are forever in the process of renewal, forever young, and that no two moments in them are ever the same; while how dreary and monotonous to the point of being vulgar is timorous fantasy, the slave of shadow, of the idea, the slave of the first cloud that covers the sun... ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#fantasy #reality #shadow #time #dreams

He's lighting up my life and I don't even know his name. He's already perfect. ↗

— Poppet

#paranormal-urban-fantasy-romance #life