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Dan Brown's latest, The Lost Symbol [New Yorker review]"It's easy to pastiche Brown's prose, with its infectious italics ("What the hell is going on?!") and its action-prodding, single-sentence paragraphs.
I don't know if I have the exact quote or its author, but, I am going to say that the 18th Century writer and orator, Diderot, is responsible for: "Make me laugh, make me cry, break my heart; only then, regal my eyes."
A spring morning in April. Birds sing their symphonies to the sky. Breezes blow with sweet smells. I sit with quiet in my heart--wishing for perfect words.
I thought you were dead and your cadaver was already sliced up and devoured by swarms of cockroaches. But as I woke up from that strange dream this morning, I immediately knew you were still alive. I felt vertiginous and could barely carry myself to the other room.
From Books, President-elect Barack Obama Found His VoiceObama's first book, "Dreams From My Father" (which surely stands as the most evocative, lyrical and candid autobiography written by a future president), suggests that throughout his life he has turned to books as a way of acquiring insights and information from others — a …
a man named Fallen oak began on his journey to find the Way. the Way, as he had heard in fire-light stories, was a path not easily found or followed. he felt he was prepared for the journey. armed with the knowledge of his forebears, ready to conquer the world.
Winter covers the ground with it's icy, white cloak. Shivering, I stand and gaze out at the frigid landscape. Bare trees stand tall in the distance, leaves long gone, reaching naked up to the sun as if begging for a little warmth.
Torn and tattered, worn and weary I stumble toward my bed for verbal wars and battles cheer me but leave me nearly dead. I quote, report, research, retort and through it all I find new friends, acquaintance, foes a few yet all add peace of mind.
I sat and sat.... Still, the will to write about politics without becoming judgemental or unreasonable - is just not there. I really have tried. So, I have decided to torture everyone with my Vogon poetry, (think Douglas Adams).
The candidates are Fighting, they surely want to win, the truths, the lies, in-fighting, they all just seem to spin. Who will come out winning, what difference will it make, will we be any better, will we keep money in the bank.
I believe... that all women are sisters to each other and to the men who are brothers, one to another I believe... each person is completely unique - differing in beliefs, creeds, ethics, opinions, appearances Viva la Difference!
Times sub-editors respond to irate writerSome years ago, a colleague of ours had a T-shirt printed up with the legend "xxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx is a @!$%#" on the front, which he wore every week when having to deal with the writer to whom it referred, because he, like you, became so disproportionately abusive when his use of la …
I've been offline recently, unwillingly I admit, and that means I've had a lot of time on my hands, so I finally got around to doing some serious writing.
In defense of incandescent light. - By Ron Rosenbaum - Slate MagazineLet us now praise incandescence. Not just the word but the phenomenon, the warm radiance of glowing coals, the soft flare of tungsten filament fire. Let us praise it because its beauty is suddenly under siege.
I've been "down" the past week or so. That's not to say anything is wrong in my life or the life of anyone I know and love. That's not to say I'm sad, or sorrowful, or near tears.
FADE IN - EXT - LAS VEGAS STRIP - SUNSET - ESTABLISHING EMILY EMILY IS AMONG A SMALL CROWD OUTSIDE OF A CASINO We must keep this a secret, do you understand? Jonny must not find out about our little arrangement.
Its summertime, the wind outside is blowing, a soft gentle breeze dusting sand and salt water into my eyes as I sit on the beach. The sunset on the horizon is euphoric, filling my soul with absolute completion. I knew it's time.
I hear a lot of stories, I suppose they could be true, all about love, and what it can do to you. The thought popped in my head as quickly as it went away, but the spark was lit, the soon to be flame was an ember glow.
Mermaid BlogMermaid Blog Where The Mermaid Speaks The Mermaid Blog is penned by a human but has been transmitted by a real Mer or two – actually, there is also a Merman Blog – and they are found at and . The Mermaid tells us in colorful …
The topic will be different but the rules are the same as in the first week. In short, a topic is announced and,upon reading that topic, you are to write for 10 minutes in whatever style you want. You can write poetry, prose, an ode, an essay, whatever.
Alex was a casual observer stuck on a bus en route to nowhere, if the local medical clinic on the other side of town could be called nowhere. Every other day he repeated the same old routine.
The topic will be different but the rules are the same as in the first week. In short, a topic is announced and,upon reading that topic, you are to write for 10 minutes in whatever style you want. You can write poetry, prose, an ode, an essay, whatever.
globeandmail.com: Harvey wins $15,000 Writers' Trust fiction prizeThe former self-described "bad boy of Canadian literature, battling against colonial complacency in the CanLit status quo," Newfoundland's Kenneth J. Harvey, was awarded the $15,000 Rogers Writers' Trust Fiction Prize last night at a ceremony in Toronto.
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