“But if the artist grows too successful, the gears start grinding in reverse; people begin to see absolutely everything the artist says or does as a kind of public art that’s open to interpretation”
“Since anything could be art, the question arose why everything wasn’t art: What made the difference between what was and what was not?”
“That Allie’s pretty nice when she wants to be, ain’t she?”
“Jason?”
“He came out of the stable last night.”
“He never treated them like ordinary children.”
“Don’t stay up too late.”
The next day I was increasingly apprehensive about the police, for a patient brought rumors of a suspected fight and death.
The airflight between the grounds for U.S. Robots and the Robertson estate had been the tricky part.
keep it simple - developing your story
“we slog back to the train in silence.”
does that mean it’ll be bad? goddamn you hunger games.
“really Holmes, this exceeds anything which I could imagine!”
She’s sent to the principal for the first time - for passing notes in class - and is disciplined by having to sit in the hallway.
That’s a really shitty fucking sex life, yo.
“Many people who know they are dying from a malignancy and what that entails, still choose, rightly, not to act.”
Unless you count the sentence that that last half was actually the first thing on the page in which case it would be
“No one can create, teach, or produce this feeling in an individual.”
City of Glass…
“There was a distinctly Asian feel to the decorations: a shoji screen stood on the first-floor landing, and there were lacquer-flowered tall Chinese vases on the windowsills.”
Pfft. Context. Who needs it?
(I have a stack beside me, on top:)
The fellowship of the ring
‘I don’t know what’s come over you, Gandalf,’ he said.
what even?
“I unlocked it, and looked inside.”
Dick Francis, Odds Against.
“Though Napoleon feared and dreaded domestic confrontations, he brought himself to tell her one day in 1852 that their affair was finished.”
I WIN.
“When I opened my eyes in the morning, something was different”. WHHHAAAATTT?
“Poole swung the axe over his shoulder; the blow shook the building, and the red baize door leaped against the lock and hinges”
There will be no sex this year folks. Only violence and murder.
“The talk did not die down in nine or even ninety-nine days.”
Must be either really good or really bad.
“Spit it out right now!”
OMG.
Peeta’s a baker’s son…either I’m getting lucky, or I’m having sex with a loaf of bread…
(Source: loveclaire)
