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segunda-feira, junho 22, 2015

Rose Daughter - Citação [3]

If you are a storyteller,  your own life streams through you, onto the page, mixed up with the life the story itself brings; you cannot, in any useful or genuine way, separate the two. The thing that tells me when one of the pictures in my head or phrases in my ear is a story, and not a mere afternoon's distraction, is its life, it's strength, it's vitality.

Rose Daughter - Robin McKinley
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Rose Daughter - Citação [2]

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I've long said my books "happen" to me. They lend to blast in from nowhere, seize me by throat, and howl, Write me! Write me now! But they rarely stand still long enough for me to see what and who they are,  before they hurtle away again, and so I spent a lot of my time running after them, like a thrown rider after an scared horse, saying, Wait for me! Wait for me!, and waving my notebook in the air.

Rose Daughter - Robin McKinley
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She remembered too, although she was too young to put it into words, the excitability, no, the restless of her mother's manner, a restless of a too acute alertness in search of something that cannot be found.

Rose Daughter - Robin McKinley