#fiction

So i learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it. ↗

— Margaret George

#epiphany #fiction #journey #life #loss

Fueled by my inspiration, I ran across the room to steal the cup of coffee the bookshelf had taken prisoner. Lapping the black watery brew like a hyena, I tossed the empty cup aside. I then returned to the chair to continue my divine act of creation. Hot blood swished in my head as my mighty pen stole across the page. ↗

— Roman Payne

#artists #artists-life #coffee #creation #creativity

He judged the instant and let go; he flung himself loose into the stars. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#fiction #inspirational #release #inspirational

When we feel unsafe with someone and still stay with him, we damage our ability to discern trustworthiness in those we will meet in the future. ↗

— David Richo

#david-richo #inspiration #nonfiction #shambhala #inspirational

In real life I do violence, but for psychic stuff I do other things better. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#fiction #supernatural #urban-fantasy #vampire #life

Many great things have been accomplished by the careful combination of keen minds and ardent spirits. ↗

— G.D. Falksen

#sicence-fiction #steampunk #inspirational

. . . a statement that is repugnant to one's beliefs can be as true as one that is pleasurable. ↗

— Taylor Caldwell

#classic-literature #inspirational-fiction #literary #inspirational

One does not have to be a priest to be a man! ↗

— Geraldine Brooks

#inspirational #inspirational

Fiction is the only way to redeem the formlessness of life ↗

— Martin Amis

#literature #on-fiction #life

It was always the same for her when she arrived to meet the body. After she unbuckled her seat belt, after she pulled a stick pen from the rubber band on the sun visor, after her long fingers brushed her hip to feel the comfort of her service piece, what she always did was pause. Not long. Just the length of a slow deep breath. That's all it took for her to remember the one thing she will never forget. Another body waited. She drew the breath. And when she could feel the raw edges of the hole that had been blown in her life, Detective Nikki Heat was ready. She opened the car door and went to work . . . Heat could have made it easier on herself by parking closer, but this was another of her rituals: the walk up. Every crime scene was a flavor of chaos, and these two hundred feet afforded the detective her only chance to fill the clean slate with her own impressions. ↗

— Richard Castle

#detective #detective-fiction #life