Anyone who calls you little lady has already excluded you from the set of people worth listening to.
And they walked away together through the hole in the wall, back into the darkness,
And then he'd tried to become an official Atheist and hadn't got the rock-hard self-satisfied strength of belief even for that.
Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences.
There were ten tongues within one head, and one went out to fetch some bread, to feed the living and the dead." "What does it mean?" "A wren made a nest inside the skull of a gibbeted corpse, flying i...
If I were only allowed to read or enjoy art or listen to music made by people whose opinions and beliefs were the same as mine, I think the world would be a pretty dismal sort of a place... Most, prob...
So I believe in the redeeming power of stories, I believe that stories are incredibly important, possibly in ways we don't understand, in allowing us to make sense of our lives, in allowing us to esca...
And I would try and walk far enough away that people would not assume I was with him.
The beautiful illusion of fiction is that everything makes sense and that there was a purpose, that there was a point to it all. And that's the best possible lie because it may even be true.
So write your story as it needs to be written. Write it honestly, and tell it as best you can. I'm not sure that there are any other rules. Not ones that matter.
Writing may or may not be your salvation; it might or might not be your destiny. But that does not matter. What matters right now are the words, one after another. Find the next word. Write it down.
But the truth is, it's not the idea, it's never the idea, it's always what you do with it.")
This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until its done. It's that easy, and that hard.
It is a fool's prerogative to utter truths that no one else will speak.
Normally, in anything I do, I'm fairly miserable. I do it, and I get grumpy because there is a huge, vast gulf, this aching disparity, between the platonic ideal of the project that was living in my h...
Let us begin this letter, this prelude to an encounter, formally, as a declaration, in the old-fashioned way: I love you. You do not know me (although you have seen me, smiled at me). I know you (alth...
This is a work of fiction. All the characters in it, human and otherwise, are imaginary, excepting only certain of the fairy folk, whom it might be unwise to offend by casting doubts on their existenc...
Znacznie łatwiej jest nie wierzyć w coś, kiedy to coś nie patrzy na ciebie i nie wypowiada twojego imienia.
You're brave. You are the bravest person I know, and you are my friend. I don't care if you are imaginary.
You'll think this is a bit silly, but I'm a bit--well, I have a thing about birds.What, a phobia?Sort of.Well, that's the common term for an irrational fear of birds.What do they call a rational fear...