#hors

When many story-tellers occupy themselves with a social world which offers no great variety of lively action, their stories will probably resemble one another as to many of the major incidents, and if they draw on these limited resources like spend thrifts such resemblances will be inevitable--and therefore not significant. ↗

— Mary Lascelles

#social-world #storytelling #writers #art

Be a person you respect. ↗

— Bella Sara

#respect

I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#challenges #keys #writing #women

What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#books #literature #reading #writing #read

There's an epigram tacked to my office bulletin board, pinched from a magazine -- "Wanting to meet an author because you like his work is like wanting to meet a duck because you like pâté. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#disappointment #epigrams #fandom #on-writing #similes

The greatest good you can do for another is not just share your riches, but to reveal to him his own. ↗

— Benjamin Disraeli

#authority

What I like in a good author is not what he says, but what he whispers. ↗

— Logan Pearsall Smith

#authority

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#horses #ireland #monsters #november #fantasy

For in Calormen, story-telling (whether the stories are true or made up) is a thing you're taught, just as English boys and girls are taught essay-writing. The difference is that people want to hear the stories, whereas I never heard of anyone who wanted to read the essays. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#english

Sean reaches between us and slides a thin bracelet of red ribbons over my free hand. Lifting my arm, he presses his lips against the inside of my wrist. I'm utterly still; I feel my pulse tap several times against his lips, and then he releases my hand. "For luck," he says. He takes Dove's lead from me. "Sean," I say, and he turns. I take his chin and kiss his lips, hard. I'm reminded, all of a sudden, of that first day on the beach, when I pulled his head from the water. "For luck," I say to his startled face. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#horses #kiss #luck #puck #race