quotes by Kelly Link
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"I don't know about you, but I'm kind of fed up with realism. After all, there's enough reality already; why make more of it? Why not leave realism for the memoirs of drug addicts, the histories of salt, the biographies of porn stars? Why must we continue to read about the travails of divorced people or mildly depressed Canadians when we could be contemplating the shopping habits of zombies, or the difficulties that ensue when living and dead people marry each other? We should be demanding more stories about faery handbags and pyjamas inscribed with the diaries of strange women. We should not rest until someone writes about a television show that features the Free People's World-Tree Library, with its elaborate waterfalls and Forbidden Books and Pirate-Magicians. We should be pining for a house haunted by rabbits."
— Kelly Link
— Kelly Link
"You have to salvage what you can, even if you're the one who buried it in the first place."
— Kelly Link
— Kelly Link
tags:
inspiration
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"Remember, when you don’t know what to do, it never hurts to play Scrabble. It’s like reading the I Ching or tea leaves."
— Kelly Link
— Kelly Link
"Nobody tells her to shut up. It would be pointless. Amy has a large heart and an even larger mouth. When it rains, Amy rescues worms off the sidewalk. When you get tired of having a secret, you tell Amy.
Understand: Amy isn't that much stupider than anyone else in the story. It's just that she thinks out loud."
— Kelly Link (Pretty Monsters)
Understand: Amy isn't that much stupider than anyone else in the story. It's just that she thinks out loud."
— Kelly Link (Pretty Monsters)
"Jake's hair smelled like iced tea with honey in it, after all the ice has melted."
— Kelly Link
— Kelly Link
tags:
writing
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"Everyone knows that wizards are pigheaded and come to bad ends."
— Kelly Link
— Kelly Link
tags:
inspiration
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"No wizard has ever made himself useful by magic, or, if they've tried, they've only made matters worse. No wizard ever stopped a war or mended a fence. It's better that they stay in their marshes, out of the way of worldly folk like farmers and soldiers and merchants and kings."
— Kelly Link
— Kelly Link
tags:
inspiration
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"Jeremy and Karl and Elizabeth have known each other since the first day of kindergarten. Amy and Talis are a year younger...Now the five are inseparable; invincible. They imagine that life will always be like this--like a television show in eternal syndication--that they will always have each other. They use the same vocabulary. They borrow each other's books and music. They share lunches, and they never say anything when Jeremy comes over and takes a shower. They all know Jeremy's father is eccentric. He's supposed to be eccentric. He's a novelist."
— Kelly Link
— Kelly Link
tags:
humor,
inspiration
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"When his writing is going well, Gordon Strangle Mars likes to wake up at 6 a.m. and go out driving. He works out new plot lines about giant spiders and keeps an eye out for abandoned couches, which he wrestles into the back of his pickup truck. Then he writes for the rest of the day."
— Kelly Link
— Kelly Link
tags:
inspiration,
writing
1 person liked it
"What Jeremy likes about showers is the way you can stand there, surrounded by water and yet in absolutely no danger of drowning, and not think about things like whether you fucked up on the Spanish assignment, or why your mother is looking so worried."
— Kelly Link
— Kelly Link
tags:
humor
1 person liked it
"When Carleton was three
months old, Henry had realized that they’d misunderstood something.
Babies weren’t babies—they were land mines; bear traps; wasp nests. They
were a noise, which was sometimes even not a noise, but merely a listening
for a noise; they were a damp, chalky smell; they were the heaving, jerky,
sticky manifestation of not-sleep. Once Henry had stood and watched
Carleton in his crib, sleeping peacefully. He had not done what he wanted
to do. He had not bent over and yelled in Carleton’s ear. Henry still hadn’t
forgiven Carleton, not yet, not entirely, not for making him feel that way."
— Kelly Link (Magic for Beginners)
months old, Henry had realized that they’d misunderstood something.
Babies weren’t babies—they were land mines; bear traps; wasp nests. They
were a noise, which was sometimes even not a noise, but merely a listening
for a noise; they were a damp, chalky smell; they were the heaving, jerky,
sticky manifestation of not-sleep. Once Henry had stood and watched
Carleton in his crib, sleeping peacefully. He had not done what he wanted
to do. He had not bent over and yelled in Carleton’s ear. Henry still hadn’t
forgiven Carleton, not yet, not entirely, not for making him feel that way."
— Kelly Link (Magic for Beginners)

