Humor is important. If you’re going to tell any sort of realistic story, you’re going to have to have humor in it, because people are funny. Clever people especially.
Clean, quick, and easy as lying. We know how it ends practically before it starts. That’s why stories appeal to us. They give is the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.
Its like he knows he’s better than you, but doesn’t look down on you for it because he knows it’s not your fault.
If there is one thing I will not abide it is the folly of a willful pride.
There are two sure ways to lose a friend, one is to borrow, the other is to lend.
Too much truth confuses the facts. Too much honesty makes you sound insincere.
The framed tale is, in my opinion, one of the most natural ways to tell a story. If you think of it, the conceit of the frame-less story is actually the odd way of doing things. Without the frame, how do you know the context for a story?
But it isn’t a rough draft either. The one I turned in several months ago was rough. There were some bad plot holes, some logical inconsistencies, pacing problems, and not nearly enough lesbian unicorns.
Just because I tread heavily on propriety’s toes doesn’t mean I can’t play the game when it’s of use to me.
I have, of course, been called many other things. Most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned.
Owls are wise. They are careful and patient. Wisdom precludes boldness. That is why owls make poor heroes.
Fear tends to come from ignorance. Once I knew what the problem was, it was just a problem, nothing to fear.
You may have heard of me.
Whenever you write a character, you want to make them themselves, you want to make them unique. You don’t want fifty characters in your book and they all pretty much act and think the same except they have different colored hair.
The best lies about me are the ones I told.
But I don’t believe every bit of nonsense that gets rumored about.
A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.
But sometimes the best help a person can find is helping someone else.
But how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough?
One of my favorite artists on Deviantart.