Put another way, to write is human, to edit is divine.
Writing is a solitary job, and should be taken to someone who believes in you.
Have I gotten everything right? I doubt it. Not even the great Daniel Defoe did that; in Robinson Crusoe, our hero strips naked, swims out to the ship he has recently escaped... and then fills up his pockets with items he will need to stay alive on his desert island.
The very old and the very young always saw most clearly.
Wish for sunshine, but build dykes.
I don’t understand you at all. That concerns me.
The Tower trembles; the worlds shudder in their courses.
Ain’t you just the cheeriest Cheerio, ′ I says.
There were crystal chandeliers, heavy glass with electric sparklights. It was all light, it was an island of light. ‘We sneaked into one of the old balconies, the ones that were supposed to be unsafe and roped off. But we were boys, and boys will be boys, so they will. To us everything was dangerous, but what of that? Had we not been made to live forever? We thought so, even when we spoke to each other of our glorious deaths.
Scaring people is a dirty job, but somebody has to do it.
Two weeks later he was found dead on the bathroom floor with a bottle of Krazy Glue in one hand. He had used it to plug his nostrils and seal his mouth shut.
If you’d told em you killed a blind gramma, they’d have stayed to eat the pizza and cake. Free is free.
It’s wonderful how everyone seems to think they know just what ka means for them,” Susannah said. “Don’t you think that’s wonderful?
They promised me I could look all I want.” It raised the mallet again. “Yes, they promise,” Danny said, “but they lie.
I had a friend who used to tell me that all the time,” Holly said, and suddenly felt like crying. It was that phrase – I had a friend.
Elementary, my dear fucksticks.
The only thing dumber than a broody hen was a New York Democrat.
My life for you. I lay down my life for you.
The wise man doesn’t poke a sleeping bear with a stick.
It was a thing as alien to this place and time as true love, and yet as concrete as a Judgment, a silent reminder of the time when the world had not yet moved on.