#ross

As she turned to concentrate on the portal, Eve tugged on Claire's shirt. "What?" "Ask him where he got the boots." "You ask." Personally, Claire wanted the vampire bunny slippers. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#eve-rosser #morganville-vampires #morganville-vampires

Did he just say--?" "Yes," Claire said, smiling. "Yes, he did." "Whoa. Guess I'd better stay alive, then. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#eve-rosser #morganville-vampires #morganville-vampires

Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don't do them anymore." Eve ↗

— Rachel Caine

#morganville-vampires #mornings #morganville-vampires

You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#claire-danvers #eve-rosser #michael-glass #mobile #morganville-vampires

Now play nicely, make-believe dead girl ↗

— Rachel Caine

#claire-danvers #eve-rosser #morganville-vampires #myrlin #morganville-vampires

I just—we were talking, and we fell asleep. I swear, we didn’t, um—’’ ‘‘Yeah, you’d better not have ummed. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#eve-rosser #morganville-vampires #morganville-vampires

What was your name again?" "Still Eve." "No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#morganville-vampires #myrnin #morganville-vampires

Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer ↗

— Taylor Swift

#fighting #love #taylor-swift-red #love

I always started studying with the best intentions, telling myself that today just might be the day it all fell into place, and everything would be different. But more often than not, though, after a couple of pages of practice problems, I'd find myself spiraling into an all-out depression. When it was really bad, I'd put my head down on my book and contemplate alternate options for my future. "whoa," I heard a voice say. It was muffled slightly by my hair, and my arm, which I locked around my head in an effort to keep my brain from seeping out. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#humor #nate-cross #ruby #studying #the-best-option

I started the first drafts of the book during my sophomore year of college. I wasn’t thinking at all about kids at the time. But I was thinking. A lot. About everything. I wish I could capture that head-space again; everything meant something to me in college. Every leaf, every sound, every lecture, every textbook. It’s like I was on drugs, 24/7. I am glad I was able to pair that ceaseless pondering with plenty of time to write. What came of that time was the first draft of the novel, a lengthy, unnecessarily angst-driven pile of crap. Years later, with Zoloft, I approached the novel with a more level head, and came away with a much, much better novel. My advice to writers, I suppose, is write your novel when you feel like shit; edit when you feel great. ↗

— Caleb J. Ross

#on-writing-stranger-will #writing-advice