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“My father was a writer, so I grew up writing and reading and I was really encouraged by him. I had some sort of gift and when it came time to try to find a publisher I had a little bit of an "in" because I had his agent I could turn to, to at least read my initial offerings when I was about 20. But the only problem was that they were just awful, they were just terrible stories and my agent, who ended up being my agent, was very, very sweet about it, but it took about four years until I actually had something worth trying to sell.”

“Sweet Jesus, war does terrible things to people.”

People Doe War Jesus Sweet Terrible Terrible Things

Author:Jim Broadbent

“Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.”

People Dream Pain Sleep Struggle Sweet Terrible Horror Blessing Late Blessed Dread No Fear Have No Fear Sleeplessness Sweet Dreams

Book:Classic Horror Collection: Dracula, Frankenstein, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, Jekyll and Hyde, & The Island of Dr. Moreau

Source: Classic Horror Collection: Dracula, Frankenstein, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, Jekyll and Hyde, & The Island of Dr. Moreau

“Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?”

Giving Writing Real Able Form Creativity Clear Magic Sweet Terrible Mere Subtle Plastic Vivid

Book:The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: The picture of Dorian Gray : the 1890 and 1891 texts

Source: The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: The picture of Dorian Gray : the 1890 and 1891 texts

“I only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken -- but there's always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed I committed during the night. It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.”

Want Seems Night Mistake Sweet Terrible Fingers Committed Deeds Pointing Pointing Fingers Kindliness

Book:The Bukowski Purdy letters: a decade of dialogue, 1964-1974

Source: The Bukowski Purdy letters: a decade of dialogue, 1964-1974

“Ancient one sleeping, waiting to rise When earth's power bleeds sacred red The mark strikes true; Queen Tsi Sgili will devise He shall be washed from his entombing bed Through the hand of the dead he is free Terrible beauty, monstrous sight Ruled again they shall be Women shall kneel to his dark might Kalona's song sounds sweet As we slaughter with cold heat”

Hands Might Earth Song Waiting Sound Dark Sleep Sweet Cold Terrible Bed Red Sight Mark Sacred Ancient Strikes Queens Heat Monstrous Slaughter

Book:Revealed: Number 11 in series

Source: Revealed: Number 11 in series

“All children are heartless. They have not grown a heart yet, which is why they can climb tall trees and say shocking things and leap so very high that grown-up hearts flutter in terror. Hearts weigh quite a lot. That is why it takes so long to grow one. But, as in their reading and arithmetic and drawing, different children proceed at different speeds. (It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else.) Some small ones are terrible and fey, Utterly Heartless. Some are dear and sweet and Hardly Heartless at all.”

“Death comes to me again, a girl in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling. It’s not so terrible she tells me, not like you think, all darkness and silence. There are windchimes and the smell of lemons, some days it rains, but more often the air is dry and sweet. I sit beneath the staircase built from hair and bone and listen to the voices of the living. I like it, she says, shaking the dust from her hair, especially when they fight, and when they sing.”

Thinking Girl Fighting Voice Silence Darkness Air Sweet Like You Hair Terrible Built Rain Bones Smell Dust Dry Slips Shaking Cotton Lemons Barefoot Staircases

Book:Smoke: poems

Source: Smoke: poems