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A garden path,' write the landscape architects Charles W. Moore, William J. Mitchell, and William Turnbull, 'can become the thread of a plot, connecting moments and incidents into a narrative. The narrative structure might be a simple chain of events with a beginning, middle, and end. It might be embellished with diversions, digressions, and picaresque twists, be accompanied by parallel ways (subplots), or deceptively fork into blind alleys like the althernative scenerios explored in a detective novel. ↗

— Rebecca Solnit

#landscape-architecture #page- #architecture

As I've explained to my wife many times, you have to kill your wife or mistress to get on the front page of the papers. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#front #get #i #kill #many

Do you think I’m pretty?” I heard myself ask. Something I couldn’t name flashed across his face. “No. I don’t think you’re pretty. I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#beauty

The moon looks wonderful in this warm evening light, just as a candle flame looks beautiful in the light of morning. Light within light...It seems to me to be a metaphor for the human soul, the singular light within that great general light of existence. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#beauty

He'd been given an assignment to write about teen beauty pageants [...], which he'd accepted because he enjoyed blood sports as much as the next person. ↗

— David Baldacci

#ambition #beauty-pageants #ruthlessness #sarcasm #satire

Bitches will take your ass down if you try to publish that. Peace out. ↗

— Libba Bray

#humor #pageant #beauty

I didn’t mean to go after him, but no one was doing anything, and I’m probably the only one here who’s actually been in the woods for real.” “Besides—he’s British. What do they know about camping and wilderness survival and all that?”... There too busy drinking tea and playing cricket. He would have been lost without me ↗

— Heather Davis

#business

So the price of careless rapture is a twisted history chronicled by envy. You were too busy being. And you are too busy now. You couldn't spare the time to note down a few facts: how the sun and silence poured into the big room with the yellow curtains; how everything was never-ending and expendable. ↗

— Elizabeth Smart

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It was puzzling to own trees - they were not owned the way a business os owned or even a house is owned. If anything, they were held in trust. In trust. Yes, for all of posterity,... ↗

— Philip Roth

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Kel: He says he's changed. Neal: I suppose he could have changed, I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil. Kel: You do look yellow around the edges. I hadn't wanted to bring it up. Neal: We daffodils like to have things brought up. It reminds us of spring. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

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