Quotes from Chuck Wendig

Claudia's monotone had…softened. Emotions were now threaded through her voice, tying together her words. Were these emotions real? Or were they made up?

he knew full well what it was to be a black man in America dealing with white police. Nothing was ever about race to them, until it was. Then it meant assuming the worst of someone with brown skin.

He - and Cal - prefer a more generalized outlook on the End Times, recognizing it could come from anything: superstorms, polar shifts, invasion by the Chinese, attack by the U.S. government on its own people, aliens, EMP, God's wrath on a sin-filled world, killer bees. (Chance notes that no one mentions Rogue AI with a penchant for Greek mythology. He figures someone should update their menu, because it is riding to number one on the charts with a bullet.)

You need to march your doubt out into a field and put a .357 round in the back of its head. Let its death soak into the earth, grow the wheat, make bread from its blood. Because, for real, fuck doubt. Fuck doubt right in its wax-clogged ear.

Science is trumped by ignorance when the ignorant are given a vote. We have the program in other

Easy-peasy, George-and-Weezy.

Just remember: there is no Muse, and if there is a Muse, you own it – it doesn't own you.)

they got shit taste in music. Just absolute fucking fuckshit. Shallow garbage played by musically incompetent racists who wouldn't know a good song if it came up and tickled their tiny mustaches with its sonic dick. Nazis are bad people with bad taste. Sorry to say they're still around. But some shitstains don't wash out, it seems.

The story goes that every Jedi constructs his own lightsaber, and every penmonkey constructs his own pen.

Politics, despite what some believed, was not morality, nor reflective of it.

Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won't come in.

Lies are like leashes. Tug them just so, and all who believe them will comply.)

The writer is editor, marketer, blogger, reader, thinker, designer, publisher, public speaker, budget-maker, contract reader, trouble-shooter, coffee-hound, liver-pickler, shame-farmer, god, devil, gibbering protozoa.

No kidding. Some people are just trash, and they find other trash and start to form a landfill. The internet makes it easier.

The best thing you can say about an ending is that it made you happy you read it, but sad that it's over. It really is that simple. 23.

the world's gone to hell, and we're driving through Satan's lower intestine

Easy to make people afraid of something they didn't understand—they had a question, so all you had to do was answer it. Didn't matter if the answer was true factually. It just had to be true emotionally—it had to answer something inside of them, blood to blood, fear to fear.

The ending lights up like Baghdad during the war and your jaw drops and the curtains close and you feel a part of something much bigger and much weirder than yourself -- the mighty power of storytelling, a power embodied by the conclusion of narrative. The ending to any story is a potent moment, a super-charged dose of a story's capability to make you feel something and to leave you reeling, wondering, feeling.

Control lost.

If you're being skewered by a unicorn, the secret is: tell the unicorn he doesn't exist. If you do that, he'll disappear in a puff of Lucky Charms cereal. That's true. That's fact. Same thing goes for writer's block.

You don't know what you're doing," Mitchell says. "Poking a stick into a den of snakes." "Poke-poke, motherfuckers." Atlanta pulls the trigger.

Years later, she poked through the Bible—because okay let's be honest that was her Swedish Death Metal phase and suddenly a bloody guy on a cross held a certain romantic sway—and all she found was a few nice platitudes swaddled in a whole lot of hypocrisy, violence, and misogyny. No way was she going to church.

This is not a book of writing advice. It's not here to help make you a better writer. Rather, it's here to help you become a better storyteller.

Antifa crisis actors. This isn't some foreign attack or some kind of outbreak. This is a leftie conspiracy in action.