Marchas Patologicas Quotes & Sayings
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Rules for writing the first line? The last line?
First line: Make them want more.
Last line: Make them want the next book. — Darynda Jones
If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself ... — Boris Pasternak
I'm interested in reality, and I'm interested in survival. I'm interested in people who aren't the lucky ones, who maybe have a tougher time surviving, and telling their story. — Mary Ellen Mark
The poet, in the novelty of his images, is always the origin of language. — Gaston Bachelard
There was no difference between my characters and the life my readers were going to have to face. — Carl Barks
Believe in everything you do cause if you don't have self-belief, you'll be clueless. — Shannon Leto
Bird has to fly with their own wings; we have to think our own thoughts, find our own destiny. — Debasish Mridha
What I like about the Bible is that it doesn't make sense, which makes it more like truth than anything else I've ever read. — Rich Mullins
He did it now, holding it up before his eyes as he had as a boy, and it did its old, old trick. Through the floating snow you could see a little gingerbread house with a path leading up to it. The gingerbread shutters were closed, but as an imaginative boy you could fancy that one of the shutters was being folded back (as indeed, one of them seemed to be folding back now) by a long white hand, and then a pallid face would be looking out at you, grinning with long teeth, inviting you into this house beyond the world in its slow and endless fantasy-land of false snow, where time was a myth. The face was looking out at him now, pallid and hungry, a face that would never look on daylight or blue skies again.
It was his own face.
He threw the paperweight into the corner and it shattered. He left without waiting to see what might leak out of it. — Stephen King