But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?
Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.
I think the only way to get through this life is laughing hard and constantly, mostly at myself.
The rewrites are a struggle right now. Sometimes I wish writing a book could just be easy for me at last. But when I think about it practically, I am glad it's a struggle. I am (as usual) attempting to write a book that's too hard for me. I'm telling a story I'm not smart enough to tell. The risk of failure is huge. But I prefer it this way. I'm forced to learn, forced to smarten myself up, forced to wrestle. And if it works, then I'll have written something that is better than I am.
...all things speak, in their way, don't they?
Many times I have learned that, you never judge a book by its cover. Like people, it is the inside that counts.
... If we don't tell strange stories, when something strange happens we won't believe it.
Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they're gone and yet still mourn the good parts.
Look no farther than your hand, Make a choice and take a stand.
Words can fall hard like a boulder loosed from a cliff. Words can drift unnoticed like a weed seed on a breeze. Words can sing.
Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.
Life is short, so live extra lives. Read books.
You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.
I do like the world quite a lot.
The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and started to read, pronouncing the words in a reverent whisper.
You, what are you? The brat of lucky parents who were related to a childless king. There is no such thing as royal blood. I believe we are what we make ourselves, and as such, you, Crown Princess, are nothing.
I, Geric-Sinath of Gerhard, declare that you're beautiful and you're perfect and I'll slay any man who tries to take you from my side. Goose girl, may I kiss you?
Being a writer is a good, good thing.
My ma says a rock lasts forever, but people don’t, and that’s what makes them more precious.
I keep thinking about a tale my nurse used to read to me about a bird whose wings are pinned to the ground. In the end, when he finally frees himself, he flies so high he becomes a star. My nurse said the story was about how we all have something that keeps us down.
Truth is when your mind and your gut agree.
A little snark, properly directed, can change the world.
All I've ever wanted was to be near you.
For Colin Firth: You're a really great guy, but I'm married, so I think we should just be friends.
Throwing herself into learning helped Miri ignore the painful chill of solitude around her.
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