#fictional

I'm not a very good writer. But I'm a HELLUVA re-writer. ↗

— Laini Giles

#historical #sepia-toned #love

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

The stories have been told so often by those of us who supported President Reagan over the years that they seem mundane, almost like a fictional novel or a movie script. ↗

— William L. Jenkins

#been #fictional #like #movie #mundane

We are talking about someone who has lived. It must be honored in every respect. The fictional can take any kind of channel - according to the actor's marriage to the character. ↗

— Kate Mulgrew

#according #actor #any #channel #character

I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won’t tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn’t change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad. ..Maybe it’s good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Because it’s okay to feel things. And be who you are about them. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#change

[I]t is the glory of London that it is always ending and beginning anew, and that a visitor, with a good eye and indefatigable feet, will find in her travels all the Londons she has ever met in the pages of books, one atop the other, like the strata of the Earth. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#cities #city-life #fictional-london #history #life

She was so plain. Would it kill you to wear skirts more, he had said to her. Would it really hurt you? He was thinking of how he would like to see her when she was alone with him. He knew she could dress when she had to, but this was what he was saying. He was saying something about their private life. He was saying something about his needs as a man. He imagines America’s anger at this. It would be the women, mainly. Their eager faces had watched: Amelia boarding the plane for her first transatlantic flight; Amelia waving to the crowd in the ticker tape parade; Amelia leaving luncheons and concert halls. Some had been housewives and some, girls with dreams of loops and spins and dives, of hugging the curvature of the earth through a thin sheet of aluminum. -- After Amelia ↗

— Meg Sefton

#fictional-character #short-stories #anger

But it's the truth even if it didn't happen. ↗

— Ken Kesey

#on-fiction #fiction

I don't know who he was," Kavita flat-out states, "but whoever he was he sure did a number on you, didn't he?" Mary leans forward to ensure he would see her deviant stare. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I did a number on him?" Kavita leans in closer as well, and with that same deviant expression, "Yes. I have. ↗

— Carroll Bryant

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

Mary approaches her before she is able to reach her station. "Hello Lily. Get anything special for Christmas?" "Just the usual." She answers. "Shattered dreams. ↗

— Carroll Bryant

#fiction-novel #fictional #love #lovers #lovers-love-story