#novel

Parenthood doesn’t improve one’s character, it exposes it. ↗

— Leslie A. Gordon

#drama #family #novel #parenthood #parenting

Early on I set out to write the next Great American Novel, and then later on I set out the silverware and enjoyed my dinner in silence. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#dinner #eat #food #great-american-novel #silence

The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle. ↗

— John Green

#friendship #missing-person #prom #road-trip #teen-novel

The sweet-smelling aroma of the island spices still hung in the air. It filled his nostrils and titillated his appetite all over again. His appetite drove him mad for something much more than food. ↗

— Luke A.M. Brown

#lamb #non-silence #novel #food

A novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#home #like #more #mortals #novelist

للخلاف شكل مؤذٍ لصورة الإنسان المتسامح ↗

— عبد الله زايد

#novel #someone #forgiveness

In real life women often complain about the reluctance of their male partners to engage in meaningful dialogue, but in the world of romantic fantasy heroes willingly participate in verbal discussions. They fence, they flirt, they express their anger, they talk out the confounding details of their relationships with the heroine. No hero of romance will ever respond to the eternal feminine query, "What's wrong?" with the word, "Nothing." He will tell her what's wrong; they will argue about it, perhaps, but they will be communicating, and eventually, as they resolve their various conflicts, the war of words will end. One of the most significant victories the heroine achieves at the close of the novel is that the hero is able to express his love for her not only physically but also verbally. ↗

— Linda Barlow and Jayne Ann Krentz

#anger

I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it calls itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use -- silence, exile, and cunning. ↗

— James Joyce

#politics #art

David Hudson was rising in the political field. As a senator from New York, he had it all – good looks, a well-known family name and the finances to go with it, but for David, it was never enough. He graduated from an Ivy League school at the top of his class, and his parents were political royalty in America so he grew up in the spotlight with all of the luxuries one could imagine. ↗

— Yolanda Richards

#interracial-romance #multicultural #romance-novels #family

Fueled by my inspiration, I ran across the room to steal the cup of coffee the bookshelf had taken prisoner. Lapping the black watery brew like a hyena, I tossed the empty cup aside. I then returned to the chair to continue my divine act of creation. Hot blood swished in my head as my mighty pen stole across the page. ↗

— Roman Payne

#artists #artists-life #coffee #creation #creativity