Tobsha Learner Quotes
The worst enemy is one whose doctrines are founded in hate and are thus beyond debate.
To be desired by those who are themselves highly desirable is in itself an aphrodisiac.
So many of man's actions appear to have no immediate consequence but, concealed, do their work until finally all catches up and forms a complex web of cause and effect.
This may be the very nature of love, a passion as fickle as the sea, full of certainty when the object of desire is absent, yet dubious when confronted again with the lover's presence.
It seems to me that women are freed from their responsibilities only when they are merry widows or eccentric old spinsters.
A man who denies his past is a man who truly denies himself a future, for he refuses to know himself, and to deny knowledge of oneself is to stumble through life as handicapped as the blind mute.
Rewrite, rewrite, rewrite, don't be precious about your first draft, it's an architectural blueprint to a whole building, be your own worst critic, confront your weakness and remember it's a craft.
Starting a new novel is a little like starting a new relationship - you have to be prepared to commit for at least three years and put up with the domestic tedium as well as the emotional highs!
Memory is a great deceiver: it embroiders until naught is left but the glory and the pleasure.
The novelist is more a marathon runner than long-distance runner and the kind of courage it takes working in such isolation cannot be underestimated. I really respect my fellow writers on this front.
Indeed, you become what you eat. In which case I am an onion. Layered, slightly sour and guaranteed to bring tears to the eyes.
Intelligence is power; it is the flame behind the spark of intrigue. Find out all the facts and stamp out the fire. Demystify.
Love wasn't a piece of music you could play over and over again with different interpretations. It actually needed to be improvised as you went along.
As a reader I like both great characterization and fast moving plots. The challenge is to balance the both and not compromise one for the other.
Two bones fell down my chimney and into the bedroom this morning. Hysterical thing to happen to a thriller writer. Murderous ravens perhaps?
We cannot choose the times we live in. Just as, sometimes, we cannot choose whom we love.
Everything flows from God, but we are limited by imposing our human perceptions upon him. Man designs God according to his own image and the image man has of himself is flawed.
Information is the mortar that both builds and destroys empires