Ned Hayes's Blog, page 171
April 20, 2013
April 19, 2013
"breath is not aware of its history; it is just breath.
I wish I could be like that,
or love could..."
“breath is not aware of its history; it is just breath.
I wish I could be like that,
or love could be like that.”
- The Realm of Possibility, David Levithan (via hilegunslinger)
I wish I could be like that,
or love could be like that.”
- The Realm of Possibility, David Levithan (via hilegunslinger)
April 16, 2013
There is always more light than darkness….
There is always more light than darkness….
April 15, 2013
Beautiful cover illustration from Nikki McClure for the...
Beautiful cover illustration from Nikki McClure for the forthcoming novel Sinful Folk, coming in 2013.
First chapters available for PREVIEW on SinfulFolk.com
April 14, 2013
“The person, Be it Gentleman Or Lady, Who has not PLEASURE in a...
“The person, Be it Gentleman Or Lady, Who has not PLEASURE in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”
– jane austen
April 12, 2013
"In the end, only three things matter:
how much you loved, how gently you lived,
and how gracefully..."
“In the end, only three things matter:
how much you loved, how gently you lived,
and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”
- Buddhist saying… (via sweetpeapath)
how much you loved, how gently you lived,
and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”
- Buddhist saying… (via sweetpeapath)
April 11, 2013
Writing is easy…. just sit down at your desk and open a...
Writing is easy…. just sit down at your desk and open a vein. - Red Smith
April 10, 2013
"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living."
“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.”
- Jonathan Safran Foer (via absynthe-words)
- Jonathan Safran Foer (via absynthe-words)
April 8, 2013
April 5, 2013
“Stars steam away as a pale sun rises, hot coal dropped in...
“Stars steam away as a pale sun rises, hot coal dropped in a watery sky. Light seeps across the forest. Reedy shrieks of wood fowl echo in the trees.”
- from the novel Sinful Folk
