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Read through the most famous quotes by topic #south
What does she do?" "She's a producer." Of course, in Los Angeles this doesn't mean much more than "she's a member of the human race. ↗
#film-industry #hollywood #los-angeles #movie-business #southern-california
Facing the sagging middle when writing a novel, while inevitable, may be overcome by pre-planning. I divide my collection of proposed scenes into three acts, each scene inciting tension that builds toward the final crisis in Act Three. If by Act Two the emotional river isn't spilling over the banks, I reassess the plot so that once the writing is flowing I don't slide into a dry creek. The central character should be struggling to navigate life well into the end of Act One, even if her fiercest antagonist is only from within. ↗
#outer-banks #southern-fiction #southern-writers #inspirational
People who swear on the old Southern traditions don't know what the hell they are. I think of boll weevils and hook worms. [Look Magazine interview 25 April 1961] ↗
All things in Fiji are paid for in blood. ↗
#adventure #fiji #historical-fiction #historical-romance #romance
Marcel was from Louisiana, so for four years Emily had been southern by association. She insisted on Lynchburg Lemonades. She scheduled interviews around the Gators. She championed gentility. Anyone at a dinner party who thought they could tell a joke making fun of the region encountered a faceful of Emily, quick and ferocious as a convert, as a woman who loved a man. Emily now had no claim to the South. The region and its interests would proceed without her. ↗
Nothing helps your partner keep his mind on Jesus more than having a sign of His love tanned on your primary erogenous zones. ↗
#humorous-quotes #immaculate-deception #satire #science-fiction #science-fiction-comedy
That's when I caught my first glimpse of Blaine Crabtree. He was sandwiched in between two guys that were laughing at who knows what. At first I didn't notice anything but a big mop of bleached blonde hair, then he looked up from his pack of cloves and I was locked into the bluest eyes that I had ever seen. His expression didn't change, he didn't smile and didn't blink. It seemed like I was lost in his eyes, like he was using them to do the most calculated math problem, and that math problem was me. ↗
