#is

Then come here," he said, a bit redundantly, as he had already pulled her with him into an armchair and curled her up in his arms. "Tell me what I can do to help you feel better." Fire looked into his quiet eyes, touched his dear, familiar face, and considered the question. Well. I always like when you kiss me. "Do you?" You're good at it. "Well," he said. "That's lucky, because I'll always be kissing you. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#questions

Why ruin my sister's birthday simply because the entire planet was going to hell in a hand basket? ↗

— T.C. Boyle

#short-story #with-out-a-hero #short-story

Everybody does have a book in them, but in most cases that's where it should stay. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#christopher-hitchens #humour #literature #writing #write

Literature is a textually transmitted disease, normally contracted in childhood. ↗

— Jane Yolen

#disease #literature #magic

The earth makes a sound as of sighs and the last drops fall from the emptied cloudless sky. A small boy, stretching out his hands and looking up at the blue sky, asked his mother how such a thing was possible. Fuck off, she said. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#fuck #irish #off #samuel #writer

If the prisoner is beaten, it is an arrogant expression of fear. ↗

— Ghassan Kanafani

#prisoners #resistance #short-story

The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths. ↗

— Anton Chekhov

#truth #short-story

V settled back against the pillows and measured the hard line of her chin. "Take off your coat." "Excuse me?" "Take it off." "No." "I want it off." "Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#fantasy #jane-witcomb #paranormal #paranormal-romance #vampires

Oftentimes. when people are miserable, they will want to make other people miserable, too. But it never helps. ↗

— Lemony Snicket

#help

He was the fantasy of every girl in the country. He was so far out of realm, her world, that she should have stopped thinking about him the second the door had closed. Should stop thinking about him immediately. Should never think about him again, except maybe as a client - and her prince. And yet, the memory of his fingers against her skin refused to fade. ↗

— Marissa Meyer

#marissa-meyer #fantasy