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NPQiYBM, final entry

Because I am a smartass.
I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

NPQiYBM, day twenty-eight

The a) summary for Babylon 5 and b) thing to keep in mind when writing any character ever.
No one here is exactly what he appears. Not Mollari, not Delenn, not Sinclair… and not me.
- G'Kar from Babylon 5, written by J. Michael Straczynski

NPQiYBM, day twenty-seven

There's a part of the country could drop off tomorrow in an earthquake, and it's
Out there on the cutting edge, the people move, the sidewalks shake, and there's
Another part of the country, with a land that gently creaks and thuds, where the
Heavy snows make faucets leak, in bathrooms with freestanding tubs; they're in
Houses that are [...]

NPQiYBM, day twenty-four

I have what might be politely termed Issues with the sexual politics of Stephen Donaldson's novels. However. The plotting, worldbuilding, and characterizations in Mirror of Her Dreams and A Man Rides Through are cleaner, more consistent, and better-executed than I have found in most other fantasy. A brief and devastating description of the lord of [...]

NPQiYBM, day twenty-three

I have seen insane things
All those grand historic paintings
Morning light on polished swords and burnished pride
Anxious smiles encased in whalebone
Spines of steel from head to tailbone
Cannons poised to blast the turning of the tide
- Dar Williams

NPQiYBM, day twenty-two

Khalil Gibran, The Prophet.
And an old priest said, Speak to us of Religion.
And he said:
Have I spoken this day of aught else?
Is not religion all deeds and all reflection,
And that which is neither deed nor reflection, but a wonder and a surprise ever springing in the soul, even while the hands hew the stone [...]

NPQiYBM, day twenty-one

I'll not be in the history books. Only Franklin. Franklin did this, and Franklin did that, and Franklin did some other damn thing. Franklin smote the ground, and out sprang General Washington, fully grown and on his horse. Then Franklin electrified him with that miraculous lightning-rod of his, and the three of them—Franklin, Washington, and [...]

NPQiYBM, day twenty

Making up for my lack of participation over the last few days by layering a few quotations into this post.

As an only child living some distance from the nearest neighbors, I had numerous imaginary playmates to keep me company. But I wasn't sure an adult could pull this off and still claim mental health. Or [...]

NPQiYBM, day seventeen

Writing a novel is like driving your car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole journey that way.
– E. L. Doctorow

NPQiYBM, day sixteen

Characters are obliged to act according to the laws of the world in which they live. In other words, the narrator is a prisoner of his own premises.
- Umberto Eco