#fiction

HATE is the shortest of human emotions, it is stronger than love, more compelling than lust. Page 30. THE SCALPEL – GAME BENEATH (www.hsrissam.com ↗

— H.S. Rissam

#cardiac-surgeon #cardiologist #echocardiolography #fiction #fiction-novel

I'm not a very good writer. But I'm a HELLUVA re-writer. ↗

— Laini Giles

#historical #sepia-toned #love

I don't want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine. ↗

— Emme Rollins

#alpha-male #alpha-male-declaration-of-love #alpha-males #fans #love

Careless and not particularly biting, it was easier to shrug off than anything in the first book which depicted me as an inarticulate zombie confused by the irony of Randy Newman's "I Love L.A. ↗

— Bret Easton Ellis

#writing #love

This marriage had resulted from impulse: he had seen her on a high-flying swing at Tsarkoe Selo and her skirt, flared by the breeze, had exposed her ankles; he had proposed the following day. ↗

— Robert K. Massie

#nonfiction #royalty #russia #marriage

But they love each other," Clary appalled. "Isn't that what love means? That you're there for the other person to turn to, no matter what? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #clary #fiction #jace #love

But while Sasha told us that in America even the most successful men can have but one wife at once--my father had six--and talked about escalators, indoor plumbing, and the various laws of the land, he did not warn us that I would be told by American teenagers that I should go back to Africa. ↗

— Dave Eggers

#men

That is our Shield Ring, our last stronghold; not the barrier fells and the totter-moss between, but something in the hearts of men. ↗

— Rosemary Sutcliff

#rosemary #sutcliff #men

Lots of women read fiction. Most men don't. Women read fiction written by women and by men. Most men don't. If a man opens a novel,. he likes to have a masculine name on the cover; it's reassuring somehow. You never know what might happen to that external genitalia if you immerse yourself in imaginary doings concocted by someone with the goods on the inside. [pp. 145-146] ↗

— Siri Hustvedt

#men

Call it what you like: The Upper Sky, the Unmade, even the Empyrean. Men have given it so many names over the course of history. But those names don't really matter, in the end. It's the unchanging matter. A place without qualities. Neither hot nor cold, wet nor dry. The aether remains while all else shifts and fades...The aether is the opposite of creation. It's always there, invisible but burning bright. It's the pale web that holds the universe together. ↗

— Adam McOmber

#gothic-fiction #the-white-forest #men