fiction

It's easy to make up weird stuff. It gets trickier when you want the weird stuff to be interesting and make sense.

Don't worry I won't embarrass you. I'm just going to check out hisfriends. Maybe his grades and definitely his track record with the ladies.___ackson Ryan Taylor, I swear to whatever holy being there maybe thatI will personally rip you a...___hoa, calm down. She's violent,_ he whispered only for Danny. __an't Ibe concerned?___es, so long as you keep your mouth shut.___hat?___ot a word, Jack. I mean it.___oira...___ot a word!__ stormed out of the bathroom and that was the end of thatconversation

It's odd to imagine, of course: you pass a car on a lonely rural highway; you sit beside a man in a diner and share views with him; you wait behind a customer checking into a motel, a friendly man with a winning smile and twinkling hazel eyes, who's happy to fill you in on his life's story and wants you to like him - odd to think this man is cruising around with a loaded pistol, making up his mind about which bank he'll soon rob.' - Richard Ford, Canada

As for peace, it was never free and laws were made to be broken. Peacemaker or lawbreaker, someone, somewhere always paid the price no matter what side of the words they were on.

You can't show me the Earth from space and fly right past the moon, entice me into this magical machine and invite me to come with you, and then ask me to stay behind!

He(Prophet Muhammad) was Caesar and Pope in one; but he was Pope without Pope's pretensions, Caesar without the legions of Caesar: without a standing army, without a bodyguard, without a palace, without a fixed revenue; if ever any man had the right to say that he ruled by the right divine, it was Muhammad, for he had all the power without its instruments and without its supports.

Motionless we traverse countries we fancy we see, and your thought, blending with the fiction, playing with the details, follows the outline of the adventures. It mingles with the characters, and it seems as if it were yourself palpitating beneath their costumes.

If the weight comes from bacon you can so deduct it off the scale total to get your true weight. #science

...and I wondered, not for the first time, if some of life's tragedy arose when people put themselves in situations they were not by nature suited for.

All humans are insane, they exists because insanity exists.

I'm a minicamp body in 102-degree heat getting screamed at by the only other man my size: a middle-aged receivers coach they call Bow Wow.

You've got the wrong girl.""On the contrary..." the voice murmured, "I've got exactly the girl I want." Her body turned to ice. Her mind fought for calm. There were people only yards away, yet she was alone... "You're bleeding." Lips closed over hers. A kiss so passionate that time faded and stopped... so passionate, it sucked her breath away... Searing heat swept through her- pain and pleasure throbbing through her veins. With a helpless moan, she leaned into him and realized with a shock the kiss had ended.

Identity politics divides us; fiction connects. One is interested in sweeping generalizations, the other in nuances. One draws boundaries, the other recognizes no frontiers. Identity politics is made of solid bricks; fiction is flowing water.

The Ferryman will transport us across the moat,_ Chris informed. __eah. This seems legit,_ Gabriella quipped as Chris helped her onto the boat. Andrew followed behind.__re you sure this isn__ a trick?_ Egnatious asked.Again, uncertainty filtered into Chris__ blue eyes, but he nodded anyway. __his is the only way.

I wasn__ in the mood for a fight, but fights weren__ always conveniently scheduled. (Jessica)

What you believe determines the way you feel and act... but it doesn't change the truth.

One moment of true happiness was worth all the moments of pain. (Jessica)

A dark shadow rose from the depth of the watercourse. Forced to crawl out of the oceans rolling waves, it struggled against the pull of the undertow. Rising, it moved further up the white sandy beach away from the cold water. The creature collapsed onto the cool sand as the crescent moon above shone on his sleek gray skin revealing two immense leather-like wings protruding from his back. Exhaustion clouded his mind. The darkness of night was soothing, refreshing. Somehow he knew it would bring him strength and sustenance. The creature watched as a great rolling storm cloud sunk into the salty water before him and he tried to remember why he had come.