#short

Yes?’ he asked, looking at me over the sheet. ‘I’m a writer temporarily down on my inspirations.’ ‘Oh, a writer, eh?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Are you sure?’ ‘No, I’m not.’ ‘What do you write?’ ‘Short stories mostly. And I’m halfway through a novel.’ ‘A novel, eh?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘What’s the name of it?’ ‘”The Leaky Faucet of My Doom.”‘ ‘Oh, I like that. What’s it about?’ ‘Everything.’ ‘Everything? You mean, for instance, it’s about cancer?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘How about my wife?’ ‘She’s in there too. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#short-stories #writing #inspirational

Thirdly, Death is nothing else but a change of a short and temporary for an unalterable and eternal condition. ↗

— John Pearson

#condition #death #else #eternal #nothing

Like life is short,” he said. “Like you don’t know when it’s going to end. Like some things, left unsaid, can’t ever be said. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#life

He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud: I love you; I love you and I don’t care that you’re my sister; don’t be with him, don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me. I don’t know how to be without you. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-ashes #clary-fray #forbidden-love #jace-wayland #mortal-instruments

I'm a fan of short horror fiction... in fact, the most memorable horror I've read is of the short variety... but I have a hard time pulling it off myself. ↗

— George Stephen

#fan #fiction #hard #hard time #horror

Love is not all you need. I need time… a lot of it. Love won’t help me forget. It was the reason why I’m like this. It was all the reason behind this pain I am feeling. Because. Of. Love. ↗

— Kristine Cuevas

#hate #love #novella #romance #short-story

The people knew what had made them human. It was not their shortcomings, but their hearts. ↗

— Vanna Bonta

#human-nature #humanity #quote #shortcomings #nature

What can you do if you are thirty and, turning the corner of your own street, you are overcome, suddenly, by a feeling of bliss - absolute bliss - as though you'd suddenly swallowed a bright piece of that late afternoon sun and it burned in your bosom, sending out a little shower of sparks into every particle into every finger and toe?... ↗

— Katherine Mansfield

#nature

I'm not threatening you. I'm just informing you of police procedure. If you continue to obstruct me, I remove the obstruction, in this case you, and proceed to the next command. ↗

— Eoin Colfer

#information

Ah, my princess. Noble steed. How does the morning find you both? ↗

— Eoin Colfer

#foaly #holly-short #orion #noble