#fictional

How could you fall in love with a three inch worm? ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#humor #romance #humor

This isn't your world. It's your parents. Your world is still out there, waiting to be discovered. Always remember that. ↗

— Carroll Bryant

#fictional #love #love-story #lovers #romance

You know," Kavita begins, "I think I can pick out my own furniture. I am an artist after all. I do have some taste." "No you don't." Nick plainly states. "No man has taste. Besides, I didn't pick it out, she did. Wives are good for things like that. ↗

— Carroll Bryant

#fiction #fiction-novel #love #lovers-fictional #romance

The urge to create a fictional narrative is a mysterious one, and when an idea comes, the writer's sense of what a story wants to be is only vaguely visible through the penumbra of inspiration. ↗

— Adam Johnson

#inspiration #write #writer #inspirational

My characters are fictional. I get ideas from real people, sometimes, but my characters always exist only in my head. ↗

— S. E. Hinton

#characters #exist #fictional #get #head

There were five others before they got to him. He smiled a little when his turn came. His voice was low, smoky, and dead sexy. “My name is Augustus Waters,” he said. “I’m seventeen. I had a little touch of osteosarcoma a year and a half ago, but I’m just here today at Isaac’s request.” “And how are you feeling?” asked Patrick. “Oh, I’m grand.” Augustus Waters smiled with a corner of his mouth. “I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend. ↗

— John Green

#john-green #life #life

Everything happens everywhere every time anywhere anyhow and whatever and whichever way it wants to happens,think about it ↗

— Akobundu Kelechi

#motivational #non-fictional-fiction #psychological #motivational

Basically you come up with the fictional idea and you start writing that story, but then in order to write it and to make it seem real, you sometimes put your own memories in. Even if it's a character that's very different from you. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#character #come #different #even #fictional

Perhaps it was that I wanted to see what I had learned, what I had read, what I had imagined, that I would never be able to see the city of London without seeing it through the overarching scrim of every description of it I had read before. When I turn the corner into a small, quiet, leafy square, am I really seeing it fresh, or am I both looking and remembering? [...] This is both the beauty and excitement of London, and its cross to bear, too. There is a tendency for visitors to turn the place into a theme park, the Disney World of social class, innate dignity, crooked streets, and grand houses, with a cavalcade of monarchs as varied and cartoony as Mickey Mouse, Snow White, and, at least in the opinion of various Briths broadhseets, Goofy. They come, not to see what London is, or even what it was, but to confirm a kind of picture-postcard view of both, all red telephone kiosks and fog-wreathed alleyways. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#clichés #fiction #fictional-london #imagination #literary-london

Life is gabbage in gabbage out,live right ↗

— Akobundu Kelechi

#motivational #non-fictional-fiction #motivational