#rite

Lindsay [Doran] goes round the table and introduces everyone -- making it clear that I am present in the capacity of writer rather than actress, therefore no one has to be too nice to me. ↗

— Emma Thompson

#filming #movies #writers #movies

The relationship between a perfect cup of coffee and a writer is just like the couple who always standby and feel proud of being committed to each other. ↗

— Himmilicious

#writers #relationship

The writer must be universal in sympathy and an outcast by nature: only then can he see clearly. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#writers #writing #nature

We forget that sometimes there is something greater than our pain. That's the pain of the person who loves us, who couldn't protect us from that pain. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#mirror-of-my-soul #tyler #love

The strongest drive inside of a submissive, underneath all their emotional wounds, is for the Master to push aside any curtains or walls they may have erected to separate them from their true self, the naked, vulnerable soul. Because that soul wants only one thing. Do you want to know what that is?" <…> "I don't want to know. That's not what the training's about." "Wrong. That's what submissive training is all about. Getting past those shields so she feels truly bound to her Master, a part of him as he's a part of her. The ultimate connection, where thought isn't necessary. They're together in the most elemental and perfect way there is. She stared at him. "Let me go, Tyler. I can't do this." "You can. You will. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#marguerite #tyler #nature

I held her in my arms last night," he said quietly. "And when I felt her every response, I thought, 'There's nothing else I could ever want.' Whether there's a Heaven or not, it doesn't matter. This…Those moments when she gave me everything were more than I ever hoped Heaven could be. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#mirror-of-my-soul #tyler #nature

I'll endure anything for you, angel. Anything. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#mirror-of-my-soul #tyler #nature

I'll say this one more time. I will be gentle. I will be slow. But you don't have the reins. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#marguerite #tyler #nature

She inhaled sharply as he traced the line of her neck with the warm wetness. "I'm not afraid to bleed for you, Marguerite." His voice was a rough whisper against her ear. "I'll tell The Zone you're thinking it over. Don't disappoint me. Or yourself. ↗

— Joey W. Hill

#marguerite #tyler #nature

But about the drip drip of long-haul, no-end-in-sight solitude, they know nothing. They don't know what it is to construct an entire weekend around a visit to the laundrette. Or to sit in a darkened flat on Halloween night, because you can't bear to expose your bleak evening to a crowd of jeering trick-or-treaters. Or to have the librarian smile pityingly and say, ‘Goodness, you're a quick reader!’ when you bring back seven books, read from cover to cover, a week after taking them out. They don't know what it is to be so chronically untouched that the accidental brush of a bus conductor's hand on your shoulder sends a jolt of longing straight to your groin. ↗

— Zoë Heller

#loneliness #writers #librarians