#caleb

Women hold all the power. They should use it like a whip, not offer it up like a sacrifice. ↗

— Tarryn Fisher

#feminism #love

Are you following me?" she asks, but doesn't meet my gaze. "Yeah," I say. "Why?" I give her the only honest and true answer I have. "You're where I want to be. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#maggie #romantic #sweet #romantic

Everything we'll accomplish, we'll do it together or not at all. ↗

— Shelly Crane

#maggie #accomplishments

You look like trouble. When I was growing up, my mother used to tell me to never trust a redhead. ↗

— Tarryn Fisher

#leah #love

I’m writing this because you begged. You know how I love the begging ↗

— C.J. Roberts

#chapter-one #dark #epilogue #livvie #romance

It doesn't matter what clothes you had or what shoes you had, or how cool you were, or how many Facebook friends you garnered, what will matter in the end is what weapons you had, how many zombies you killed, and how long you survived. ↗

— Caleb Eversole

#caleb-eversole #funny #humor #zombies #funny

Hunger Games and A New Hope: Hero rises up from the poorest place in the galaxy. Put through some challenges. Finds romance and a side-kick. Somebody dies. Check Catching Fire and Empire Strikes Back: Totalitarian government strikes back, some other people die, and the rebellion starts gaining momentun. Mockingjay/Return of the Jedi: Bunch of minor characters die, and then one major one. Rebellion wins, if in an unexpected way. Characters all get married. I think Suzanne Collins has some explaining to do. ↗

— Caleb Eversole

#funny #humor #hunger-games #star-wars #funny

...love was desire and desire was an emptiness. ↗

— Tarryn Fisher

#dirty-red #leah #love #love-me-with-lies #love

He taught me who I was, something I would never have known, without his deft Handling of my personality ↗

— Tarryn Fisher

#olivia #opportunist #love

I started the first drafts of the book during my sophomore year of college. I wasn’t thinking at all about kids at the time. But I was thinking. A lot. About everything. I wish I could capture that head-space again; everything meant something to me in college. Every leaf, every sound, every lecture, every textbook. It’s like I was on drugs, 24/7. I am glad I was able to pair that ceaseless pondering with plenty of time to write. What came of that time was the first draft of the novel, a lengthy, unnecessarily angst-driven pile of crap. Years later, with Zoloft, I approached the novel with a more level head, and came away with a much, much better novel. My advice to writers, I suppose, is write your novel when you feel like shit; edit when you feel great. ↗

— Caleb J. Ross

#on-writing-stranger-will #writing-advice