You have to remember now, I was not being terribly successful at going solo.
Meg and Belch only had eyes for each other. Not in the usual romantic sense.
Holly, do you trust me?” Holly groaned. “Artemis, don’t ask me that. I just know one of your outrageous plans is coming. ” “Do you trust me?” “Yes,” Holly sighed. “I do. More than anyone.
Vinyaya was being openly antagonistic, and that was an emotion that could be trusted, unless of course it was a bluff and the commander was a secret fan of his, unless it was a double bluff and she really did feel antagonistic.
Mulch's tongue lolled out, resting on the centaur's neck. "Mmm," he mumbled around his tongue. "Horse. Tasty" "Let's go," said Foaly nervously. "Let's go right now.
Tea? At the beach? No time for luxuries, Holly. There is important work to be done. ” He winked at Butler. “Are you sure you’re at the library? I thought I heard water. ” Artemis smiled, enjoying the exchange. “Water? Surely not. The only thing flowing here is information. ” “Are you grinning, Artemis? For some reason I get the feeling that you’re wearing that smug smile of yours.
Ah, my princess. Noble steed. How does the morning find you both?
Every man must decide whether he will walk in the creative light of altruism or the darkness of destructive selfishness. This is the judgment. Life's persistent and most urgent question is 'What are you doing for others?'
Change is most sluggish at the extremes precisely because the derivative is zero there.
I don't know how to stop the atrocities. I don't know how to make people care. But looking into my sister's eyes, we seem to have carved out something between us that none of the madness can touch. Invisible threads.
The writer has to make pleasure for the reader - which, I think, is done by taking one's character's seriously and taking one's readers seriously -don't condescend or try to be tricky. Be a friend to your reader - I'd say that's a pretty good first step.