#gr

The only 'ironclad rules' in writing fiction are the laws of physics and the principles of grammar, and even those can be bent. ↗

— Val Kovalin

#writing-craft #writing-process #grammar

There is no such thing as a leap into literacy. ↗

— David Petersen

#grammar

It seemed like forever ago, like we'd had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. ↗

— John Green

#the-fault-in-our-stars #ya #ya

I did some research on this a couple years ago," Augustus continued. "I was wondering if everybody could be remembered. Like, if we got organized, and assigned a certain number of corpses to each living person, would there be enough living people to remember all the dead people?" "And are there?" "Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we're disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five about ↗

— John Green

#the-fault-in-our-stars #ya #ya

Pardon me, but there’s someone on the phone who says they have a call for you.” There’s a call to tell me I have a call?” he asked with heavy skepticism. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#destined #early #grave #skepticism

He didn't mind if she hated him. They were never going to be a cute romantic couple like Sam and Astrid. Clean-cut, righteous, all that. The perfect couple. He and Diana were the imperfect couple. ↗

— Michael Grant

#couple #diana #gone #imperfect #love

The three hardest tasks in the world are neither physical feats nor intellectual achievements, but moral acts: to return love for hate, to include the excluded, and to say, "I was wrong. ↗

— Sydney J. Harris

#personal-growth #love

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something. ↗

— Mary E. Pearson

#unconditional-love #love

Biographers rue the destruction or loss of letters; they might also curse the husband and wife who never leave each other’s side, and thus perform a kind of epistolary abortion. ↗

— Janet Malcolm

#biography #biography

Say it. But..." "But what?" he asked. She whispered it, sounding too vulnerable. "But only if its the truth, Caine. Only. If." "I love you," he said. ↗

— Michael Grant

#diana #finally #gone #light #love