#ma

If a person is not talented enough to be a novelist, not smart enough to be a lawyer, and his hands are too shaky to perform operations, he becomes a journalist. ↗

— Norman Mailer

#enough #hands #his #journalist #lawyer

If you want romance, fuck a journalist. ↗

— W.H. Auden

#romance #sex #journalist

How is the world ruled and led to war? Diplomats lie to journalists and believe these lies when they see them in print. ↗

— Karl Kraus

#diplomats #how #in print #journalists #led

Is it not love that knows how to make smooth things rough and rough things smooth? ↗

— Vikram Seth

#philosophical #romantic #equality

We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#pretending #pretense #danger

Don’t ever leave me again,” I said in a tiny voice. I won’t,” he promised into my hair, sounding most un-Fang-like. “I won’t. Not ever.” And just like that, a cold shard of ice that had been inside my chest ever since we’d split up-well, it just disappeared. I felt myself relax for the first time in I don’t known how long. The wind was chilly, but the sun was bright, and my whole flock was together. Fang and I were together. Excuse me? I’m alive too.” Iggy’s plaintive voice made me pull back. ↗

— James Patterson

#maxride #voice

I hate this guy,” Ari muttered, keeping his head down “There’s a club,” I told him. “The Haters of ter Borcht Club. Have you gotten your badge yet? ↗

— James Patterson

#hate

Don't get your panties in such a twist... and give me back mine. ↗

— E.L. James

#fifty-shades #romance #giving

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#imagination

And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#romance #kiss