#fiction

It hurt, remembering. Hurt because there was so much I'd done, so much I'd yet to do. In so many different ways, I now realized, not remembering had been a blessing. A brief respite in the twisted bloody mess that my life had become. But at least I knew who I was. ↗

— Keri Arthur

#paranormal #paranormal-romance #romance #life

Mr. Freeman: You are getting better at this, but it's not good enough. This looks like a tree,but it is an average, ordinary, everyday, boring tree. Breathe life into it. Make it bend - trees are flexible, so they don't snap. Scar it, give it a twisted branch - perfect trees don't exist. Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree. ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#speak #tree #young-adult-fiction #life

A woman's got one life: She's got to reach out and grab it with both hands, or it'll pass her by and leave nothing but a smelly old fart in her face. ↗

— Robin Schone

#history #romance #scandalous-lovers #women #life

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

— Charles de Lint

#life

It's hell writing and it's hell not writing. The only tolerable state is having just written. ↗

— Robert Hass

#robert-hass #writing #writing-craft #writing-life #life

He would die in this room, buried alive by the weight of his life. ↗

— Christine Fonseca

#historical-romance #romance #thriller-horror #ya #life

Human life is fiction's only theme. ↗

— Eudora Welty

#fiction #writing #life

And the game of dominoes is much like life: You gotta play the bones you’ve pulled. It don’t matter if you got seven doubles in your damn hand. ↗

— S.B. Redd

#divorce #fiction #marrige #paternity #paternity-fraud

For some reason, when people meet me and find out I'm a writer they always ask if I write children's books. Um... please don't let your kids read my books. Well, unless your kids are in their 30s or something...then yeah, they're old enough. LOL ↗

— Michelle M. Pillow

#author #genre-fiction #reading #romance #writer

There is no neatness in any life- great or small. It is only an illusion men foolishly pursue. All lived lives are a mess. The neatness in my life had begun to crumble some time before, but now it disintegrated completely as I vanished into a world of endlessly opening doors, teasing riddles and lives without boundaries. For the first time I began to understand how shallow neatness is. How cramping, how limiting. For the first time I understood neat lives are comatose lives. (the Alchemy of Desire 304) ↗

— Tarun J. Tejpal

#life