"The way I figure, I can write a competent sentence, so why the hell would I need to diagram one? I bet Shakespeare never diagrammed a sentence, and he turned out just fine." - Royally Jacked (Romantic Comedies, The) by Burnham, Niki.
“Reading is a dialog with oneself; it is self-reflection, which cultivates profound humanity. Reading is therefore essential to our development. It expands and enriches the personality like a seed that germinates after a long time and sends forth many blossom-laden branches.
People who can say of a book, ‘this changed my life’ truly understand the meaning of happiness. Reading that sparks inner revolution is desperately needed to escape drowning in the rapidly advancing information society. Reading is more than intellectual ornamentation; it is a battle for the establishment for the self, a ceaseless challenge that keeps us young and vigorous.”
“Jace was seated at the grand piano, his slender hands moving rapidly over the keys. Watching the quick, sure movements of his hands across the keys, Clary remembered how it had felt to be lifted by those hands, his arms holding her up and the stars hurtling down around her head like a rain of silver tinsel. ~The City of Bones Pg. 62
“Tessa watched in amazement. Jem began simply, softly, his grip light on the bow, producing a soft, harmonic sound. The melody rolled over her, as cool and sweet as water, as hopeful and lovely as sunrise. She watched his fingers in fascination as they moved and an exquisite note rose from the violin.” ~The Clockwork Princess Pg. 184
If Jem and Jace could create music across time, a tribute to their lovers, from the end of the beginning to the start of a new era, this is what I imagine their song might sound like.
“Simon,” said a voice at his shoulder, and he turned to see Izzy, her face a pale smudge between dark hair and dark cloak, looking at him, her expression half-angry, half-sad. “I guess this is the part where we say goodbye?”
“Fiction writing is a twenty-four-hour-a-day occupation. You never leave your work behind. It is always with you, and to some extent, you are always thinking about it. You don’t take your work home; your work never leaves home. It lives inside you. It resides and grows and comes alive in your mind.”—Terry Brooks (via amandaonwriting)