Brilliant Prose Quotes

#1. Life is like watching Fast and the Furious 6. Its not easy, most of the time its just dumb and pointless, everything is fake, there is a lot of noise, but if you close your eyes and picture yourself in an open field or a quiet forest, you can maybe make it to the end without killing yourself

Jon Lajoie

#2. Summer nights, washing my neck and back in the yard. The rope of cold water you pumped into the metal pail, scattering into brilliant jewels as you splashed it over my sweat-gummed skin. Remember how you laughed, watching me shudder and oooh.

Han Kang

#3. A lot of artists use memories. A lot of prose writers, a lot of poets, a lot of songwriters, refer back to something. Generally it's all you've got, unless you're brilliant and can write totally in the now.

Paul McCartney

#4. I'm not the most detailed writer. I have a tendency to be more action-oriented vs. descriptive.

Lisa Gardner

#5. There's so many vegetarian foods now that are available at the market . The same with drive-throughs. Now, a lot of them serve veggie burgers just like the restaurants are doing. So, it's really very easy.

Kevin Nealon

#6. You have to leave things that you love.

Kristen Wiig

#7. Colors shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow looking like special spirits that were allowed to wander over the earth on rainy mornings only.

Haruki Murakami

#8. Gently the waves would break (Lily heard them in her sleep); tenderly the light fell (it seemed to come through her eyelids). And it all looked, Mr. Carmichael thought, shutting his book, falling asleep, much as it used to look years ago.

Virginia Woolf

#9. I run with the hunted.

Charles Bukowski

#10. It takes thousands of bullets to kill an army but one to end a war.

Michael Martinez

#11. Maia did not want to wake up. Sleep lay on her like a dead bear and she had no strength to struggle out from under it.

Kim McDougall

#12. Let him be fifty feet away, let him not even speak to you, let him not even see you, he permeated, he prevailed, he imposed himself. He changed everything.

Virginia Woolf

#13. If I look closely, I bet I could see my own past, lying on the floor somewhere between the ancient jukebox and the pool table.

Kol Anderson