Quotes from Chuck Wendig

He can punch a gobbo so hard the thing erupts into a rain of gobbo guts, but standing in line at the bank gives him the shivering shits. Interacting with Snakefaces? Fine. Talking to real people? Jesus fuck. The

They went to therapy. It was horrible. Each session felt like pulling teeth with a pair of clumsy pliers—and going in rectally, instead of orally.

The Rebellion was gone, and a new government grew swiftly—if clumsily—in its place.

America, burning. Cornfields on fire. Sickness in the streets.

America, burning. Cornfields on fire. Sickness in the streets. The people poisoned by their own food and by each other. Red parachutes in the sky: invasion. Dead people in the streets: plague. The stars-and-stripes cut to ribbons and burned for warmth as a long winter sinks its teeth in and never lets go.

Paradise is precarious. Just one little thing …" He mimes a little shove. "Can push it into imbalance. It didn't take much to screw up the Garden of Eden.

Weren't allowed to carry blasters.

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You ever think with the way the world is, it's irresponsible to bring a kid into it? It's like, this fucking president and climate change and god, what else? Antibiotics are failing and they say all the bugs are dying and the coral reefs, too. Countries are building up their nuclear arsenals instead of paring them down. I just…shit, a new kid might be a burden on this world, and this world will sure as hell end up a burden on our kid.

It's good to realize that. Not everybody is meant to be a mother or a father, and the more of those assholes figure that out, the better. But for some reason, our biological urge to reproduce is given this gross social weight. Oh, are you pregnant? When are you going to have a baby? Are you? Will you? Won't you? What's wrong with you? It's like if you're not a breeder, you're a nobody.

The future is a door.

That's humanity. That's people. I got mine, you can't have any of it, and if you even look at me sideways I'll put a bullet in you.

2. Words Define Reality Words are like LEGO bricks: the more we add, the more we define the reality of our playset. The dog fucked the chicken tells us something. The Great Dane fucked the chicken tells us more. The Great Dane fucked the bucket of fried chicken on the roof of Old Man Dongweather's barn, barking with every thrust goes the distance and defines reality in a host of ways

In politics you couldn't please everybody, but you still had to do the calculus to please most of everybody, or you didn't get the votes.

One conqueror replaces another

one of the truest things about people is that they will laugh in the face of terror, tragedy, and sadness

Sometimes what happened now was more important to her than what would happen later, so to hell with it.

Priming that fear engine was key to the campaign's success. And that meant the internet. The internet—the saying went that a lie traveled halfway around the world by the time the truth got its pants on, and the internet only made that faster. The internet gave wings to every lie, while the truth was stuck on the tarmac.

Racism was a little like that. Sometimes the initial symptoms were small: microaggressions here, simmering resentment there. If you dealt with it head-on, maybe you could keep it contained. If you didn't deal with it, though, it came back with a vengeance: just like that little bacterium. Came back worse. Entrenched. So entrenched, in fact, the longer you let it go, the harder it was to control, and soon everything started to break down.

The thing worth noting with manipulators is, curiously, once you realize what they are, they become strikingly easy to manipulate. —

When we're good to each other, the world is good, Marcy. It's as simple as a sunset. We help them, they help us. If we can't live like that, then what's the point of living at all?

Do that and the carbs will only drag you down, make you mentally foggy. Stick with protein while writing. By the way, bacon is protein. Just saying.

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Tashu's lip quivers. Palpatine was his everything. To serve someone else feels treasonous beyond the pale. The void awaits those who betray Palpatine—that much has always been clear. The void awaits traitors. "I only serve Palpatine." "Emperor Rax serves Palpatine, too. Now go." Tashu nods. "Yes. Yes. It makes sense. It's part of a plan, isn't it? A plan I couldn't see? Sidious always had a plan…