JJ: I once heard DT describe the story of Doctor and Rose as a “love story without the shagging” and while it’s true, it sort of made me sad he had to specify that. Marie: Doctor and Rose ♥ JJ: ♥ followed by T_T followed by ♥ ♥! followed by …♥? Marie: LOL JJ: Oh [...]
These are the things we won’t do. We won’t be together so long that we forget how we got together in the first place; and it doesn’t matter to us or to anybody else. We won’t go to bed in the afternoon on the strength of a smile across a room. We won’t exchange our life stories and feel pangs of jealousy when we talk about old lovers. We won’t get enough memories of our own to see us through the bad times. We won’t read something in the paper and want to ring each other up just to talk about it. And we’ll never go dancing and embarrass everybody but ourselves. We won’t ever argue. We won’t ever make up. We won’t ever get to know each other so well that we take each other for granted.D.I. Peter Carlisle in Blackpool (played by David Tennant)
That last line kills me. What is it with me and declarations of love these days? I must be getting broody or something. I’m in the midst of writing something romantic and now I’m just searching for other romantic declarations. Between this one and the one on Bones, I’m turning into a total sap.
Here’s an unpopular opinion: I really, really, really dislike it when writers tell me how attractive romantic leads are, and the specific ways in which they are attractive. I am, of course, talking about when writers linger on the physical merits of a character. Oh writers, if/when you are writing a book with a hot [...]
She wondered whether there would ever come an hour in her life when she didn’t think of him; didn’t speak to him in her head, didn’t relive every moment they’d been together, didn’t long for his voice and his hands and his love. She had never dreamed of what it would feel like to love someone so much; of all the things that had astonished her in her adventures, that was what astonished her the most. She thought the tenderness it left in her heart was like a bruise that would never go away, but she would cherish for ever.Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass
This series never, ever fails to reduce me to a weeping wreck.
Perhaps I’m asking too much when it comes to romance in my books. Perhaps my standards are too high. Perhaps I am doomed to be forever unhappy and discontent with love stories in the books I read. But I swear, I don’t think I’m being unreasonable when I ask for relationships founded on mutual respect [...]
I am improving. Yes, I am quite strong. You know the difference between strength and imperviousness, right? A substance that is impervious to damage doesn't need to be strong. When you and I met, I was an impervious substance. Now I am a strong substance. A time could come when you aren't angry anymore and I'm strong enough to risk losing the last of my imperviousness, maybe then we could try to be together.Bones, The Blackout in the Blizzard
Excuse me while I clutch at my heart in anguish. “When I am strong enough to lose the last of my imperviousness…” Gaah! This is probably one of the most romantic declarations of love ever.
Good Lord, it’s been far too long since I last blogged. I really have no good excuse: I’ve been about as busy as always, so the actual reason is I haven’t felt like blogging. I don’t have many topics to blog about, but when I do get around to writing a post, I write long. [...]
Dear Readers, I must acquaint you all with something with which I was obsessed over the Christmas holidays. What do you get when you have a witty, intelligent, cross-dressing heroine, a stodgy, principled (but adorable) nerd, a rebel with a heart of gold, and a weaselly, manipulative, and ambiguously gay mischief-maker? ONLY JJ’S NEWEST KOREAN [...]
Lunch today consisted of 85% sugar, 15% actual nutrients. As a result, I am buzzing like a…well, I’ll say electric toothbrush, and hurtling towards a crash. I thought about blogging about actual publishing related things, like “literature vs. storytelling”, but you know what? I don’t care. My cracked out brain dictates that I write something [...]
Where does time go? I swear I have ideas for blog posts and intend to write them, but then the day gets away from me and before I know it, it’s 8:30 and all I want to do is sleep off my Indian food coma. I realise I talk a lot about female characters: how [...]
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