Imagine a poem written with such enormous three-dimensional words that we had to invent a smaller word to reference each of the big ones; that we had to rewrite the whole thing in shorthand, smashing it into two dimensions, just to talk about it. Or donโt imagine it. Look outside. Human language is our attempt at navigating Godโs language; it is us running between the lines of His epic, climbing on the vowels and building houses out of the consonants.
N.D. WilsonDo not slip into writing for the mind and the mind alone. In other words, do not play merely upon our ability to reason. And do not focus only on visuals. Write for the whole person.
N.D. WilsonDo not resent your place in the story. Do not imagine yourself elsewhere. Do not close your eyes and picture a world without thorns, without shadows, without hawks. Change this world. Use your body like a tool meant to be used up, discarded, and replaced. Better every life you touch. We will reach the final chapter. When we have eyes that can stare into the sun, eyes that only squint for the Shenikah, then we will see laughing children pulling cobras by their tails, and hawks and rabbits playing tag.
N.D. WilsonStories are like catechisms, but they're catechisms for your impulses, they're catechisms with flesh on.
N.D. WilsonAfter three years down here, I've not learned too much. But one thing I do know is that our bellies aren't big enough for revenge. It turns sour and eats you up. We'll get out, but we'll get out for the sun, the moon, and mothers, not for small-souled enemies, though we'll deal with them when we get there.
N.D. WilsonImagine a poem written with such enormous three-dimensional words that we had to invent a smaller word to reference each of the big ones; that we had to rewrite the whole thing in shorthand, smashing it into two dimensions, just to talk about it. Or donโt imagine it. Look outside. Human language is our attempt at navigating Godโs language; it is us running between the lines of His epic, climbing on the vowels and building houses out of the consonants.
N.D. Wilson