One of the great things about books is you can afford to do anything.
George R. R. MartinRead
They say night's beauties fade at dawn, and the children of wine are oft disowned in the morning light.
Interpretation
The beauty and joy of certain experiences can be fleeting and may not last into the next day.
This quote reflects the transient nature of pleasure and beauty, suggesting that moments of joy can be ephemeral like the enjoyment of wine that may lead to regret in the morning. It highlights how experiences that seem delightful and enchanting in the moment might not hold the same allure or positive outcome when the daylight reveals the truth of the situation.
In practice
In a discussion about fleeting moments of happiness, I might say, 'They say night's beauties fade at dawn.'
One of the great things about books is you can afford to do anything.
I hate outlines. I have a broad sense of where the story is going; I know the end, I know the end of the principal characters, and I know the major turning points and events from the books, the climaxes for each book, but I don't necessarily know each twist and turn along the way. That's something I discover in the course of writing and that's what makes writing enjoyable. I think if I outlined comprehensively and stuck to the outline the actual writing would be boring.
There is only one god and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: βNot today.
I did not do it. Yet now I wish I had.β He turned to face the hall, that sea of pale faces. βI wish I had enough poison for you all. You make me sorry that I am not the monster you would have me be, yet there it is. I am innocent, but I will get no justice here.
But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes, and she remembered what Lord Petyr had said to her, here in this very hall. 'Life is not a song, sweetling,' he'd told her, 'You may learn that one day to your sorrow.' In life, the monsters win, she told herself.
I write from this tight third-person viewpoint, where each chapter is seen through the eyes of one individual character. When I'm writing that character, I become that character and identify with that character.
Would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity, together with the passionate emotions it excited? Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs.
There is an old poor man,. . . . Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.
The best way to make room for both life and career is to make choices deliberately-to set limits and stick to them.
When I find that so much of my life has stolen unprofitably away, and that I can descry by retrospection scarcely a few single days properly and vigorously employed, why do I yet try to resolve again? I try, because reformation is necessary and despair is criminal. I try, in humble hope of the help of God.
Everyone had told her, since she became a princess-in-training, that she was very likely the most beautiful woman in the world. Now she was going to be the richest and the most powerful as well. Don't expect too much from life, Buttercup told herself as she rode along. Learn to be satisfied with what you have.
In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinking.
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