#mon

Being a professional writer is a lot like being a hooker. You'd better find out if you're any good at it before you start charging for it. ↗

— Sharyn McCrumb

#writing #death

Men are from Earth, women are from Earth. Deal with it. ↗

— George Carlin

#equality #feminism #humanism #humor #inspirational

TO WHOM LIFE IS AN EXPERIENCE TO BE CARRIED AS FAR AS POSSIBLE... I have not meant to express my thought but to help you clarify what you yourself think... You are not any more different from me than your right leg is from your left, but what joins us is THE SLEEP OF REASON—WHICH PRODUCES MONSTERS. —Theory of Religion ↗

— Georges Bataille

#monsters #reason #religion #sleep #experience

I can just barely tell when you're afraid because that is the only emotion I have been able to recognize. ↗

— S.K.N. Hammerstone

#angels #angels-and-demons #the-rift #death

My darling Lucy.” He panted against her ear, and then his teeth scraped her earlobe. “I love you,” he whispered. “Don’t ever leave me. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#lucy #simondababe #the-serpent-prince #love

The death has an only color. ↗

— Sabrina Benulis

#archon #demons #love #sci-fi #urban-fantasy

God knows we have our own demons to be cast out, our own uncleanness to be cleansed. Neurotic anxiety happens to be my own particular demon, a floating sense of doom that has ruined many of what could have been, should have been, the happiest days of my life, and more than a few times in my life I have been raised from such ruins, which is another way of saying that more than a few times in my life I have been raised from death - death of the spirit anyway, death of the heart - by the healing power that Jesus calls us both to heal with and to be healed by. ↗

— Frederick Buechner

#demons #jesus #death

Remind me," he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, "to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja? ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#funny #katy #ninja #funny

Will not the Senorita trust me?" Ramona smiled faintly through her tears. "Yes," she said. "I will trust you. You are Alessandro, are you not?" "Yes, Senorita," he answered, greatly surprised, "I am Alessandro. ↗

— Helen Hunt Jackson

#ramona #trust #love

Some sample lyrics I think I catch: "My engine races up to seventh gear; wrap your legs around my engine, dear . . . . The tunnel's dark, but the ground is wet; I lubricate it with my dripping sweat!" Or, something vaguely disturbing and gross like that; it's hard to tell with the wailing guitars and the front man screaming through his ravaged vocal chords. ↗

— Rusty Fischer

#ghouls #paranormal-romance #young-adult-novels #love