Your amazing quotes

Here is a thread for amazing quotes from your novel. They can be inspirational, funny, or just whatever. They can be from things that come from the noveling process.

Here are some of mine so far:

"Now, being out of high school, Roland had a “successful” job that suited his ‘jump right in’ attitude. (Or at least that’s what the police chief said, it sounded a lot like crap to him.) "

Me: "What are other fruits that can be eaten for breakfast besides Apples and Oranges?"
A friend (whom I forgot was deathly allergic to fruit: "What, are you trying to kill me?!"
Me: "No... I'm writing a novel."

What are your awesome nuggets of wisdom?

Quote:Even Kensington felt a little more awake as he watched, feeling the small prickles on his skin at the sound of it, breathing the smell of burning flesh, seeing the hideous look of the man being tortured. Or maybe it was the electricity travelling through the air that made the hairs on his arms stand up.

Mine favorite so far....

I turned my chair around for a while without speaking. Why? Because I just love dramatic entrances.

“With those words she had me, I was already interested in this case. The password is murder that’s what I always say … ” I thought to myself.

This is a great idea! One or two of mine:

In her delight romantic tales of long ago, Faye followed the example of many heartbroken women and cut her hair short to display the hurt she was feeling. To her disdain however, the teacher quit and was replaced before he could ever see the honor bestowed to him.


Aaaaand also:


and what a difference there could be in adjectives for light skin. Faye’s was called porcelain, Laney’s pasty


That's it for now!!

My favourite so far has to be the first line.
"This is the tale of that secret, and how it effected the lives of eight men, one woman, a child, and a very nice piano."

At once and the same time, it explains everything and nothing.

“I want to hate you now more than ever,” I tell him. “Oh, I want to hate you. I don’t forgive you for what you did to me or the things that you said to me. I don’t even understand it, or why you did it. Even with all that, I don’t hate you even though I really want to.”

--JSC

Gavin couldn’t help but find it hilariously ironic that this man picked possibly the scrawniest guy in the room to claim was his black belt karate champion cousin.

I'm beginning to love Gavin a little bit XD He's fun to pick on.

Considering all the background noise, it was a miracle she managed to hear her cell phone ring. “Faye.”

“Hey, Faye,” came a cheerful, raspy voice from the other end of the line. Megan rolled her eyes at the familiar greeting.

“That was old the first time you said it years ago,” she informed him tartly. “It’s bypassed ancient and gone into fossilization by this point.”

-She's at an airport, in case anybody was wondering.

Where the Great rulers of old once waged diplomatic battle against their weaker opponents, owls now hunted mice.

Quote:Not commit suicide?” Chris offered helpfully.

“Ngh.” Of course that’d be the only thing his parents approved of.

Blueocean, that's really nice! Great parallel drawn. Lots of quick wit in this thread!

Here's the paragraph that I'm most pleased with from my own writing so far:

"They came to a room with navy carpet, plush leather armchairs, and a rich, mahogany mantle atop an ornate fireplace. This was the den. Along the mantle rested portraits of numerous historical figures in all fields. A young Niels Bohr stared sternly off into the aether while his companion, Abraham Lincoln, smiled cheekily in the same direction. The breast of John D. Rockefeller swelled proudly, while Franklin D. Roosevelt calmly reminded the room that even the most generous tycoon can't ensure a nation's welfare by himself. Gandhi, Charlemagne, Beethoven, Voltaire, and others all stood guard, plucked out of time and dropped in this den to inspire and challenge."

My favorite quote so far about my MC and his best friend:

"The tribe always looked at the two as lovers, although they had only acted on it a handful of times. They saw themselves, first and foremost, as survival partners and, secondly, as lovers. "

Second favorite from my MC's grandmother about our generation:
"“They ate meat without a single thought toward the animal that gave its life for it,” Kiko's grandmother had told him, “They filled their stomachs with the lives of others and thanked only their own gold and silver for it, which their society worshiped like gods.”"

Paragraph. This particular couple's been married for thirty years, and they just barely escaped after they were caught committing a burglary. :)

He sighed. “That was a close one.”
She looked at him in disbelief. “Close? You’re jesting. That’s all you’ve got to say about that?”
He soothed, “It’s just my shoulder, Kati. It’s not even my sword arm. I’ll be completely fine.”
She swallowed to hide the tears that threatened to come – she wasn’t going to cry! She didn’t cry! She was the tough one! “It was just your shoulder this time! You know as well as I am that next time it’ll be your thick skull, or your foolish heart!”
He reached out to her and took her hand – she allowed him to pull her close. “Oh, Little Green-Eyes, don’t call my heart foolish. It had the sense to pick you, didn’t it?”

It was as if I had never existed. And so was the truth. I had never existed and yet I existed. How cruel is the fate of those who oppose the Gods we do not believe in.

not sure, might rewrite this one.

Another one would be: . Yet then we had humans who loved others, loved beasts, plants and the Earth. Gaia, they called her. Unknowingly reaching out for a name long lost in this vile purgatory.

'“Ha! You really want to help those pathetic humans!” the demon exclaimed, his voice shaking the earth around them. “You are a much higher creature than that! Would you really lower yourself to help them!”
“Of course,” the dragon replied, it’s voice as gentle as the rain around them. “Humans may be foolish and pathetic, but that is how they are supposed to be. Humans become greedy and allow hatred into their hearts, because they don’t know any better. All they can think about is how to do things easier and faster. We should pity them and help them whenever we can. It’s our duty as surperior beings to do so. That’s our purpose in this world.”
“That’s a load of crap, and you know it,” the demon replied, it’s red eyes glowing bright. “Helping humans is useless, because they’ll never change. Once you save these, they will just go back to being the same greedy creatures they have always been! What a foolish waste of time! You are just like them! Soft and weak! What a pathetic creature you have become, my friend!”
“Humans can change,” the dragon replied. “They have that ability to change their lives around in an instant. They also have something you will never have! A heart!” The dragon snarled, bearing its fangs at the demon. The time for talk was over, and it had done no good. This demon had himself snared into a deep hatred that he will never escape from. Not even death would save his soul now. His death, however, would save the lives of the humans, who were watching this exchange with eyes wide in wondermeant.'

This is my favorite part of the story right here so far. It's a little rough right now, but it is just the first draft. It'll probably be a whole lot better when I go back to edit it.

"Some people are born awesome, and I'm obviously not one of them. So I'll just go sit in the corner over there, with my dunce cap on, and you can go cure cancer and solve world hunger. Come find me later, when you're not busy running a half marathon, and do me the favor of explaining your accomplishments in great detail, because even though I'm not your unemployed mother, I'd like to live vicariously through you, too. I want to call you an asshole, but that would make me a goddamn liar, because you're so fucking considerate. "

"The emperor’s palace dwarfs all around it, with a sparkling façade of white marble, and is the product of decades of labor. It was commissioned by Emperor Job I, who saw the building as the legacy he would leave behind as his family continued to rule forever. The result was horrific labors by uncountable slaves, and many deaths from disease and starvation as Job insisted on putting as much money as possible into the palace. The day it was completed, he proudly walked up the stairs and into the main front door to observe the fruits of others’ labor, where he was promptly killed by a loose ceiling tile. That night, the emperor’s family were all murdered as they slept, and their bodies displayed so many wounds from such a large array of implements that there was no way to tell what had actually killed them. No arrests were ever made, and the throne passed to a new family who had been waiting for just such an opportunity."

This is just the second paragraph, by the way. If a story's going to be dark, you'd best get people prepared soon.

"At first I was shocked at her answer, given the long-sleeved, tea-length dress she was wearing, but then as I attempted to hold the door open that she had just held for me, I realized that she could probably kill me with her bare hands and use my corpse as a bench-press weight."

Now that I'm actually writing the novel my MMC is getting way girlier and my FMC is getting way manlier than their descriptions in the outline. I'm kind of enjoying it.

Just wrote this one and I am immensely proud of it, although that might be the late hour talking.

"His eyes were a little too cold, and something about the hand that he extended to her put her in mind of machinery, as if by reaching out and taking hold of it, she could feel the wires underneath his skin, pulsing like veins."