Please write an ending where the Martians are defeated. Don’t take away your readers’ hope.
There is little more I can add short of dissecting the man, or going into intimate details such as the modest proportions and slight southeasterly curvature of his manhood.
The whole world was no more than the precise length of each moment that separated them.
Why had his mother gone to the trouble of bringing him into the world if the most exciting moment in his life was having been made lame by a bayonet?
It might even teach Murray that while finding true love was one of the most wonderful things that could happen to you in life, finding a friend was equally splendid.
Man needed to dream. Yes, he needed to believe in illusions, to aspire to something more than the miserable, hostile life that suffocated him.
Merrick belonged to that class of reader who was able to forget with amazing ease the hand moving the characters behind the scenes of the novel.
Writers perform an extremely important role: they make others dream, those who are unable to dream for themselves. And everyone needs to dream. Could there be any more important job in life than that?
Because between doing something and doing nothing, this is all I can do.
And so everything depends on you, Bertie. Bishop or rook. Your life or mine. Do what you believe you have to do.
…but there are stories that cannot begin at their beginning, and perhaps this is one of them.
But first you have to fight, to try other ways. If your life displeases you, my lad, try to change it. Don’t give in to defeat so easily. Death is the only sure defeat. It is the end of everything.
For if you succeed in making this girl laugh, if you make her laughter ring in the air like a fountain of silver coins cascading to the floor, you will win her heart forever.
…that the love between Murray and Emma was permanent and changing; that in each universe, each reality, each and every world where their eyes met, they could not help but fall in love.
Time is a river sweeping away all that is born towards the darkest shore.
…there are so many books left to read. For that reason alone it is worth going on living. Books make me happy, the help me escape from reality.
Books make me happy, the help me escape from reality.