Quotes from Chuck Wendig

I would straight up fuck a snowman right now, she says. Just to cool down. - Miriam Black

You thought what? That because you're a nice guy, my panties will just drop because you deserve to have my thighs around your ears? Fuck you, dude. Being a nice person is a thing you just do, not a price you pay for poonani. I'm not a tollbooth. A kind word and a favor don't mean I owe you naked fun time.

The audience wants a safety blanket. It's the storyteller's job to take that safety blanket and choke them with it until they experience a profound narrative orgasm.

Because if there's one mystical energy that powers the galaxy, it's not the Force. It's pure, unadulterated irony.

Question marks were shaped like a hook for a reason...

That what guided me was the Force." "You're lying. The Force is only for the Jedi." "No!" Jumon says, not angry so much as he is incredulous. "They wield it, but the Force is in all living things. It is what gives us our intuition, our drive, it's what connects us to one another. We are all one with the Force.

If one wants power, one must take it.

Balastair says with a small smile. "I've missed you.

Rejection refines us. Those who fall prey to its enervating soul-sucking tentacles are doomed. Those who persist past it are survivors. Best ask yourself the question: what kind of writer are you? The kind who survives? Or the kind who gets asphyxiated by the tentacles of woe?

Food for the native Ewoks.

It's probably the only attraction in Shartlesburg, Pennsylvania, a town whose name Miriam finds so funny she, well, nearly sharts every time she hears it.

And better still, reference librarians served well in the role that the internet never did: They were the perfect bouncers at the door of bad information. Or, put differently, they were the best vectors to transmit truth.

I 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.

we're a blend, all of us, a cocktail peanut mix of niceness and badness, all bound up in a bundle of inexcusable indolence and ignorance punctuated by unanticipated moments of genuine heroism

Pain is a part of who we are. You can't destroy it, and you can't hide from it.

He was just another user claiming the mantle of a Good Christian. Like so many of the world bullies and abusers, choosing to find shelter in the faith -- using their religiosity as both shield and sword.

life is strange. It's full of mistakes and regrets, and our minds are very good at bringing those out at the worst times, the times when we're most vulnerable. Like dreams. The best we can do, I think, is to figure out how to move forward. How we correct the errors that we made to give some peace to ourselves.

But God was never about power over us. It was about the power we possessed to either be good in His graces, or be selfish and wretched in His shadow. So to speak. Hell is being in that shadow. It's not in the next world, but this one, right now, anytime you choose not to do the right thing. As long as we're still here, not merely surviving but trying to do right by one another, then I believe that the heritage of God's light is still in us.

Where there's smoke, there's usually fire," Solo says before adding quietly, "Usually an electrical fire near the hyperspace drive, which Chewie always warns me about…

THIS IS HOW THE WORLD ends, with both a bang and a whimper.

Or maybe, just maybe, he got it into his head that he was doing something good. Something righteous. Some of the worst things are done under righteous pretense.

No Tie Fighters. No blasts across the bow of his X-Wing. No X-Wing, in fact, and though he loves flying one, it's nice to be out. No Death Star--and here, Wedge shudders, because he helped take down two of those things. Some days that fills him with pride. Other days it's something else, something worse. Like he's drawn back to it. The fight still going on around him. But that isn't today. Today it's quiet. Wedge like's the quiet.

The rebellion is home to all kinds.

Some people are just trash, and they find other trash and start to form a landfill. The internet makes it easier.