#hors

Yet suppose further. Suppose that all worlds, all universes, met at a single nexus, a single pylon, a Tower. And within it, a stairway, perhaps rising to the Godhead itself. Would you dare climb to the top, gunslinger? Could it be that somewhere above all of endless reality, there exists a room?...' You dare not.' And in the gunslinger's mind, those words echoed: You dare not. ↗

— Stephen King

#metaphor

You saw my leg?" "How can a man help what he sees?" he said. "And, if I could add, you possess a very fine leg. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#horse #humor #isi #leg #humor

I place my fingers upon these keys typing 2,000 dreams per minute and naked of spirit dance forth my cosmic vortex upon this crucifix called language. ↗

— Aberjhani

#books #creativity #determination #dreams #endurance

The most intriguing people you will encounter in this life are the people who had insights about you that you didn't know about yourself. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#family #friendship #pastors #family

I held out my book. It was precious to me, as were all the things I'd written; even where I despised their inadequacy there was not one I would disown. Each tore its way from my entrails. Each had shortened my life, killed me with its own special little death. ↗

— Tanith Lee

#writing #death

I didn't die, and that's the point. Doesn't matter how close you come if you walk away whole. ↗

— Courtney Schafer

#horse-shoes #life-and-living #life

When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead. ↗

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#authors #books #heroine #love #stories

Writing romantic fiction is the second chance that loved ones denied us. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#fiction #writers #writing #love

I see God now as an unimaginative writer of popular fictions, someone who builds stories around sadistic and graceless plots, narratives that exist only to express His terror of a woman's power to choose who and how to love, to redefine love as she sees fit, not as God thinks it ought to be. The author is unworthy of His own characters. ↗

— Joe Hill

#characters #loss-of-faith #love #women #faith

To be content, horse people need only a horse, or, lacking that, someone else who loves horses with whom they can talk. It was always that way with my grandfather. He took me places just so we could see horses, be near them. We went to the circus and the rodeo at Madison Square Garden. We watched parades down Fifth Avenue. Finding a horse, real or imagined, was like finding a dab of magic potion that enlivened us both. Sometimes I'd tell my grandfather about all the horses in my eleborate dreams. He'd lean over, smile, and assure me that, one day, I'd have one for real. And if my grandfather, my Opa, told me something was going to come true, it always did. ↗

— Allan J. Hamilton

#dreams #grandfathers #horses #love #magic