2 years ago
I’m not a philosopher, but here’s something for you to think about, at least. What goes around comes around. And sometimes you get what’s coming around." He paused for a moment, frowning faintly, pursing his lips. "And sometimes you are what’s coming around. You see what I mean? Cite Arrow
  • Grave Peril (Dresden Files #3, by Jim Butcher)
3 years ago
There are only two worlds - your world, which is the real world, and other worlds, the fantasy. Worlds like this are worlds of the human imagination: their reality, or lack of reality, is not important. What is important is that they are there. these worlds provide an alternative. Provide an escape. Provide a threat. Provide a dream, and power; provide refuge, and pain. They give your world meaning. They do not exist; and thus they are all that matters. Cite Arrow Neil Gaiman, The Books of Magic (via misswallflower)
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3 years ago
Great minds have purposes, other have dreams. Cite Arrow

found in a Lifehacker article (here). 

Not sure I agree completely, but it makes an interesting point…

3 years ago
No man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more than a hundred years of quiet introspection. Cite Arrow Pat Rothfuss, Wise Man’s Fear
3 years ago
In twenty years I’ll be thirty-two. But he’d come back the age he is now. Twenty. Twelve years younger than me. If there’s ever a girl who wants to marry a guy with reflecting eyes, I might even be married and have kids then. He won’t even know me. I won’t be his little brother anymore." Olhado swallowed. "It’d be like him dying."

“No,” said Ender. “It’d be like him passing from his second life to his third.”

“That’s like dying, too,” said Olhado.

“It’s also like being born,” said Ender. “As long as you keep getting born, it’s all right to die sometimes.
Cite Arrow Speaker for the Dead, Orson Scott Card
3 years ago
A strange thing happened then. The Speaker agreed with her that she had made a mistake that night, and she knew when he said the words that it was true, that his judgment was correct. And yet she felt strangely healed, as if simply saying her mistake were enough to purge some of the pain of it. For the first time, then, she caught a glimpse of what the power of Speaking might be. It wasn’t a matter of confession, penance, and absolution, like the priests offered. It was something else entirely. Telling the story of who she was, and then realizing that she was no longer the same person. That she had made a mistake, and the mistake had changed her, and now she would not make the mistake again because she had become someone else, someone less afraid, someone more compassionate. Cite Arrow Speaker for the Dead (Orson Scott Card)
3 years ago
If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.. you cannot hope to sweep someone else away by the force of your writing until it has been done to you. Cite Arrow Stephen King (via flashfiction365)
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3 years ago
With this pen, I will peel back the layers of the mundane, and reveal to you a warrior’s soul.
What is dead must never die, for to be forgotten — even for an instant — is to never have existed.
3 years ago
Forget it, Mazer. I don’t care if I pass your test, I don’t care if I follow your rules. If you can cheat, so can I. I won’t let you beat me unfairly - I’ll beat you unfairly first. Cite Arrow Ender’s Game
3 years ago
‎”There is no teacher but the enemy. No one but the enemy will tell you what the enemy is going to do. No one but the enemy will ever teach you to destroy and conquer. Only the enemy shows you where you are weak. Only the enemy tells you where he is strong. And the rules of the game are what you can do to him and what you can stop him from doing to you. I am your enemy from now on. I am your teacher.” Cite Arrow Mazer Rackham, Ender’s Game
3 years ago
What manner of joy might we know in life if we cannot comprehend the joys and pains of those around us, if we cannot share in a greater community? Cite Arrow Drizzt Do’Urden, The Silent Blade (by R.A. Salvatore)

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