#fiction

Maybe none of this is about control. Maybe it really isn't about who can own whom, who can do what to whom and get away with it, even as far as death. Maybe it isn't about who can sit and who has to kneel or stand or lie down, legs spread open. Maybe it's about who can do what to whom and be forgiven for it. Never tell me it amounts to the same thing. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#death

I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you. Then even death, where you're going no matter how you live, cannot you part. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#essays #humor #inspirational #nature-writing #weasels

Does it make you brave to stick your hand in a bear's mouth? Would you do it again just because you didn't die? ↗

— Robert Jordan

#death #fantasy-fiction #medieval #death

... by treating nature as exterior and inferior to humans we saw no harm to ourselves in polluting the soil, the plants, the air and the water. We did not notice the effect of our pollution on whatever walked over it, ran across it, climbed up it, flew through it, or swam in it. Now we notice that harming other constituents of our planetary system brings harm to ourselves. ↗

— Betty Jean Craige

#home

I memorized all of “John Carter” and “Tarzan,” and sat on my grandparents’ front lawn repeating the stories to anyone who would sit and listen. I would go out to that lawn on summer nights and reach up to the red light of Mars and say, “Take me home!” I yearned to fly away and land there in the strange dusts that blew over dead-sea bottoms toward the ancient cities. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#home

I had bohemian parents in Seattle in the last '60s living in a houseboat. My dad wrote science fiction novels and painted big murals and oil paintings. ↗

— Rainn Wilson

#bohemian #dad #fiction #had #i

Science fiction is an extension of science. ↗

— Len Wiseman

#fiction #science #science fiction

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. ↗

— Robert Jordan

#age

All novels . . . are concerned with the enigma of the self. As soon as you create an imaginary being, a character, you are automatically confronted by the question: what is the self? How can it be grasped? ↗

— Milan Kundera

#fiction #on-fiction #art

I love you when you’re happy. I love you when you’re sad. I love you if you’re angry, And I love you if you’re bad. No matter how you feel, I love you all the time. Oh my sweet, dear baby, I love you all the time. ↗

— Carla J. Hanna

#edgy-teen-fiction #inspirational-love #new-adult-contemporary-romance #teen-romance #young-adult-romance