And kissed her for a hundred and sixty-nine years. by Connie Willis

And kissed her for a hundred and sixty-nine years.

Connie Willis

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I learned everything I know about plot from Dame Agatha (Christie... by Connie Willis

I learned everything I know about plot from Dame Agatha (Christie).

christie dames plot

I have never written anything in one draft, not even a grocery list, although I have heard from friends that this is actually possible.

groceries lists heard

I have great faith in the future of books - no matter what form they may take - and of science fiction.

may book fiction

And every place and time an author writes about is imaginary, from Oz to Raymond Chandler's L.A. to Dickens's London.

imaginary london writing

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?

bread-pudding eye thinking

You'd help if you could, wouldn't you, boy?" I said. "It's no wonder they call you man's best friend. Faithful and loyal and true, you share in our sorrows and rejoice with us in our triumphs, the truest friend we ever have known, a better friend than we deserve. You have thrown in your lot with us, through thick and thin, on battlefield and hearthrug, refusing to leave your master even when death and destruction lie all around. Ah, noble dog, you are the furry mirror in which we see our better selves reflected, man as he could be, unstained by war or ambition, unspoilt by-

dog war lying

Science fiction is an amazing literature: plot elements that you would think would be completely worn out by now keep changing into surprising new forms.

elements literature thinking

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.

queens hate ideas

Writers are too neurotic to ever be happy. by Connie Willis

Writers are too neurotic to ever be happy.

neurotic writing

To do something for someone or something you loved-England or Shakespeare or a dog or the Hodbins or history-wasn't a sacrifice at all. Even if it cost you your freedom, your life, your youth.

sacrifice cost dog

That's what the movies do. They don't entertain us, they don't send the message: 'We care.' They give us lines to say, they assign us parts: John Wayne, Theda Bara, Shirley Temple, take your pick.

lines care giving

A Grand Design we couldn't see because we were part of it. A Grand Design we only got occasional, fleeting glimpses of. A Grand Design involving the entire course of history and all of time and space that, for some unfathomable reason, chose to work out its designs with cats and croquet mallets and penwipers, to say nothing of the dog. And a hideous piece of Victorian artwork. And us.

cat space dog

Barbie's one of those fads whose popularity makes you lose all fa... by Connie Willis

Barbie's one of those fads whose popularity makes you lose all faith in the human race.

fads barbie race

It was about a girl who helps an ugly old woman who turns out to be a good fairy in disguise. Inner values versus shallow appearances.

ugly girl helping

Management cares about only one thing. Paperwork. They will forgive almost anything else - cost overruns, gross incompetence, criminal indictments - as long as the paperwork's filled out properly. And in on time.

filled-out forgiving long

Shakespeare put no children in his plays for a reason," Sir Godfrey muttered, glaring at Alf and Binnie. "You're forgetting the Little Prince," Polly reminded him. "Who he had the good sense to kill off in the second act," snapped Sir Godfrey.

play littles children

Don't they know science doesn't work like that? You can't just order scientific breakthroughs. They happen when you are looking at something you've been working on for years and suddenly see a connection you never noticed before, or when you're looking for something else altogether. Sometimes they even happen by accident. Don't they know you can't get a scientific breakthrough just because you want one?

connections order years

If King Harold had had swans on his side, England would still be... by Connie Willis

If King Harold had had swans on his side, England would still be Saxon.

swans kings sides

I was never going to get any sleep. I was going to have Alice in Wonderland conversation after Alice in Wonderland conversation until I died of exhaustion. Here, in the restful, idyllic Victorian era.

idyllic wonderland sleep

I was on a walking tour of Oxford colleges once with a group of bored and unimpressable tourists. They yawned at Balliol's quad, T.E. Lawrence's and Churchill's portraits, and the blackboard Einstein wrote his E=mc2 on. Then the tour guide said, 'And this is the Bridge of Sighs, where Lord Peter proposed (in Latin) to Harriet,' and everyone suddenly came to life and began snapping pictures. Such is the power of books.

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