#fiction

How can you understand the language of music, if you will not be an instrument?”—Zarost ↗

— Greg Hamerton

#fantasy-fiction #life #music #zarost #life

Soon you catch your first glimpse of a vineyard basking in the sun, its broad leaves silently turning sunlight into sugar, ripening vitis vinifera, the European grapes that make the world’s finest wines. For a moment you might imagine you’ve been mysteriously wafted to the French countryside, but no, this is the East End of Long Island, the most exciting new wine region in North America. You’ve reached your destination, but your journey of discovery has barely begun ↗

— Jane Taylor Starwood

#long-island #nonfiction #travel #wine #food

No food, you die in weeks. No water, you die in days. -- Corporal Cranther in GLORY MAIN ↗

— Henry V. O'Neil

#science-fiction #scout #special-ops #survival #food

Raw Living: Picking blackberries, beneath late afternoon sun; a sunset reminiscent of watermelon sangria, as the scent of honeysuckle accosts me and the ducks waddle into the lake. Thanking Mama Nature for her abundance. Loving this candied-sweet southern life. ↗

— Brandi L. Bates

#life-lessons #raw-foods #southern-fiction #sunsets #the-south

When I'm not writing, I read loads of fiction, but I've been writing quite constantly lately so I've been reading a lot of nonfiction - philosophy, religion, science, history, social or cultural studies. ↗

— Irvine Welsh

#constantly #cultural #fiction #history #i

Writing fiction has developed in me an abiding respect for the unknown in a human lifetime and a sense of where to look for the threads, how to follow, how to connect, find in the thick of the tangle what clear line persists. ↗

— Eudora Welty

#connect #developed #fiction #find #follow

Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures. ↗

— Jessamyn West

#fiction #obscures #reality #reveals #truths

The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#ended #fiction #good #happily #means

A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#her #money #must #own #room

Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#attachment #corners #ever #fiction #four