All at once the world seemed very thin to her, more an idea than an actual thing, and barely there at all. She had never felt less hard-headed in her life.
Is there any phrase more ominous than “you need to see exactly what you’ve done”?
Sogar die Verfluchten lieben.
Gesegnet seien die Frauen, die so oft verstehen, einfach indem sie es gar nicht erst versuchen, meine Herren.
And how does he listen?” “Like an anthropologist,” she had replied promptly. “Like an anthropologist tryin to figure out some strange culture by their myths and legends.
And then, eyes widening in horror, he saw the word REDRUM reflecting dimly from the glass dome, now reflected twice. And he saw that it spelled MURDER. Danny.
This is a place between, Susannah; a place where shadows are cancelled and time holds its breath. Then.
I didn’t see anybody I knew and I began to feel lonely, but pleasantly so. I was at that stage of the evening where you fantasize that everyone is looking at you, the romantic stranger, out of the corners of their eyes.
Thin description leaves the reader feeling bewildered and nearsighted. Overdescription buries him or her in details and images. The trick is to find a happy medium. It’s also important to know what to describe and what can be left alone while you get on with your main job, which is telling a story. I.
Also I Won’t come in yo’ mouth or get any in yo’ hair.
Silence for a moment in the connection between his place in the world and hers.
When men do it in wartime, they give them medals, he thought.
When I’m asked why I decided to write the sort of thing I do write, I always think the question is more revealing than any answer I could possibly give. Wrapped within it, like the chewy stuff in the center of a Tootsie Pop, is the assumption that the writer controls the material instead of the other way around.3.
Einst hatte er vermutlich gewusst, dass Aussagen, die mit den Worten in Wahrheit beginnen, fast immer gelogen sind. Jetzt nicht mehr. Zu alt, um das zu wissen. Zu eitel, um das mitzukriegen. Zu dumm, um sich daran zu erinnern.
You ready?” George Biondi said, and gave the others an enormous wink as Henry’s chin floated down to his breastbone and then slowly rose once more – it was like watching a soaked log not quite ready to give in and sink for good.
His place was not honored, as the true opener of the way; he was only another of the ten thousand cheering extras, a doggy rolling over and sitting up on command.
When teenagers aren’t turning like weathervanes in a high wind, they’re as stiff as Puritans.
The conservatism of which Gallagher was doubtless a disciple was not a proper philosophy. It was a bad mood.
When things got weird enough, some always found a lynchrope, it seemed.
You stay out of here! Whoever you are, just stay out! I’m not dressed, my tits are out and my bitchbox is taking the breeze!