There are some things worth giving up anything for, even your freedom, and getting rid of your period is definitely one of them.
Connie WillisI learned everything I know about plot from Dame Agatha (Christie).
Connie WillisStichwörter: plot agatha-christie plotting
Actually, writers have no business writing about their own works. They either wax conceited, saying things like: 'My brilliance is possibly most apparent in my dazzling short story, "The Cookiepants Hypotenuse."' Or else they get unbearably cutesy: 'My cat Ootsywootums has given me all my best ideas, hasn't oo, squeezums?
Connie WillisStichwörter: writers inspiration on-writing criticism conceit creative-process critique reviewing reviews
The amazing thing is that chaotic systems don't always stay chaotic," Ben said, leaning on the gate. "Sometimes they spontaneously reorganize themselves into an orderly structure."
"They suddenly become less chaotic?" I said, wishing that would happen at HiTek.
"No, that's the thing. They become more and more chaotic until they reach some sort of chaotic critical mass. When that happens, they spontaneously reorganize themselves at a higher equilibrium level. It's called self-organized criticality.
Stichwörter: chaos-theory
Why do only the awful things become fads? I thought. Eye-rolling and Barbie and bread pudding. Why never chocolate cheesecake or thinking for yourself?
Connie WillisStichwörter: humour independence barbie bellwether fads
Cats, as you know, are quite impervious to threats.
Connie WillisStichwörter: cats
The entire range of human experience is present in a church choir, including, but not restricted to jealousy, revenge, horror, pride, incompetence (the tenors have never been on the right note in the entire history of church choirs, and the basses have never been on the right page), wrath, lust and existential despair.
Connie WillisStichwörter: human-experience church-choir
When you're a writer, the question people always ask you is, "Where do you get your ideas?" Writers hate this question. It's like asking Humphrey Bogart in The African Queen, "Where do you get your leeches?" You don't get ideas. Ideas get you.
Connie WillisStichwörter: writing
One has not lived until one has carried a sixty-pound dog down a sweeping flight of stairs at half-past V in the morning.
Connie WillisStichwörter: humor
People will buy anything at jumble sales,' I said. 'At the Evacuated Children Charity Fair a woman bought a tree branch that had fallen on the table.
Connie WillisStichwörter: humor
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