Quotes from Chuck Wendig

Capitalism is the act of flirting with disaster. It's the mode of economics that sends us over the cliff and charges us for the privilege of getting saved just before we crater. Capitalism manufactures chaos and catastrophe and then manufactures the solution to chaos and catastrophe.

Grief is like a cut in a strange place. You never know when you're going to bump into it, make it hurt again.

Sinjir está acostumbrado a lugares apretados. El Imperio no era reconocido por su arquitectura espaciosa; prefería el pragmatismo austero.

Men always want to put us in boxes," Miranda says finally. "They want to keep us there, out of sight, out of mind. Make our limbs weak so we can't fight back. They would very much prefer us to be props—a rack, perhaps, to hold up their hats, a shelf to display their trophies.

Know what happens when you eat shit? Then you're full of shit. And you shit it back out into the world. Shit for shit for shit.

What fun would a murder mystery be if the murderer was plain to see up front? Mystery relies on feeding us options and opportunities for guessing right—and guessing way wrong. A red herring is the literary technique of boldly played misdirection—the origin of the idiom is that, if you wanted to get hounds off your scent, you could use the skin of a red herring to draw their attention, thus drawing them away from their actual target. 5

There was always someone like that out there, ready to ride their hate like a horse and gallop right over anybody who wasn't like them, who had what they wanted. Someone always wanted to bathe in blood. Because hate like that didn't stay quiet.

War is not a state of being. It is meant to be a temporary chaos between periods of peace. Some want it to be the course of things: a default fact of existence. But I will not let that be so.

Not too far out of line with what modern evangelical thought had become, sadly. Selfish people in awe of a selfish deity.

Never underestimate the power of a bad joke, and better yet one that pokes fun at yourself.

As a response, she turned toward him with her phone, took a shot. The flash was off - she didn't like the flash, it was too garish, too bold - and what resulted of him in that photo was this half-dark shadow. But it showed his shape, and she liked that. A silhouette she enjoyed.

Furthermore … WE NEED TO UNDERSTAND THE EMOTIONAL JOURNEY

God, he knew, helped those who helped themselves. But wasn't God also there to catch you if you fell?

heard that if you complain it reprograms your brain like a computer virus and it just makes you more and more unhappy, so I'm going to stay positive because I bet the opposite is true, too.

But that, maybe, is emblematic of life. Life is rife with questions we never answer. What we can do is be thankful we're here and live the best life we can muster.

the eyes bulging white fruits against the muscles of his cheeks and forehead.

Felicity Jenkins is barely a girl. She's more like a wolverine in a dress.

Writers are goofy-headed moon-units.

A good life lesson is not to take strange meat from strange people. "You're

Shut up and write.

I went through my life thinking that everyone else was better than I was and that I was always trailing behind, trying to be like them. But now I know that I'm just me and they're gonna have to deal with that.

Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won't come in.' " Colleen's face scrunched up. "What Bible passage is that?" "It's not the Bible, it's Isaac Asimov.

How do you form an Empire? By stealing a Republic. And how do you steal a Republic? By convincing its people that they cannot govern themselves—that freedom is their enemy and that fear is their ally.

He's the meat in the meat locker. The wrecking ball at the end of a crane's chain. The seawall that stands between the ocean and the shore. Big. Bald. Beaten down.