fiction

The only way to build a fan base is to have a lot of material out there for readers to find. You can't manufacture a fan base. You create it, one story at a time.

I did the only thing I could. I said the dumbest thing any man has ever said to a woman, __eah, it__ just me and my trash can here,_ as I patted its lid and started pushing it up the driveway.

If a woman were elected president, would our nation expect her husband to be the official White House host?

when you live outside the law, you have to be flexible

In fiction: we find the predictable boring. In real life: we find the unpredictable terrifying.

In the forest you may find yourself lost, without companions. You may come to a river which is not on a map. You may lose sight of your quarry, and forget why you are there. You may meet a dwarf, or the living Christ, or an old enemy of yours; or a new enemy, one you do not know until you see his face appear between the rustling leaves, and see the glint of his dagger. You may find a woman asleep in a bower of leaves. For a moment, before you don__ recognise her, you will think she is someone you know.

Careless and not particularly biting, it was easier to shrug off than anything in the first book which depicted me as an inarticulate zombie confused by the irony of Randy Newman's "I Love L.A.

That was a stupid idea I made up while drunk. Why did someone build that?

In the beginning we start with roses. The king__ flower right? Only they wilt in less than a day, especially when exposed to the elements. But Carnations? Oh, what a beautiful flower. They come in every color. True, some are painted, but that doesn__ mean they are less beautiful, and they never wilt.

Thomas tilted his head towards me. "Don't mind him, he's drunk.""Does he work for you?" I asked him. "Who, Rick? No no no. Really though, he's a fine gentleman, if you speak to him while you're heavily intoxicated. You have to be brought down to HIS level of intelligence in order to properly communicate with him, you see." Thomas said.

It was one of those late summer days trying its best to convince everyone that winter would never seep through and ravage the earth.

I was somewhere between angry and turned-on.

Like I__e told you before, Beverly, I don__ care where we live as long as we__e together._ Vance... "The Elder Effect

That was when I saw their hate come out. They fought on the front lawn. Balloons and my birthday cake stood witness as I watched every regretful blow from my mother. I knew my sister was at war with my mother, but I never knew what her cruelty was capable of. My mother__ military was larger than Jayme__. My mother already had my father, and she had her five children, including me.

all we see today in name of love it not that lust is sold in name of love

Miniture protoplasm, the dirty little bastard!

A writer looks at an issue and asks, 'What if this were to occur? Or what if that was thrown into the mix? What would that look like?

Strength and victory... What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.