Writing is hard, and it’s hard to truly understand your
genre. There are nuances, tropes, and clichés you have to be mindful of. Fear
not! I have compiled the ultimate checklist. Follow this list, and I guarantee
your book will probably almost match the book you want to write. Maybe.
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Fading regency estate (alternatively, well-to-do
Victorian household)
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Dramatic sunrise
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Threat of suitor/arranged marriage to loom over
our heroine
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One heroine: eldest of some number of sisters,
rebellious, headstrong, unconventional
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Her name is probably Elizabeth
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But she probably goes by Zabe, because forget
historical norms
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One romantic interest: brooding, dark-haired,
well-built, mysterious, aloof; above all, rich
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He probably goes by his effeminate last name
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At least two house parties
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Not like for frats, for stuffy wealthy Brits
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Libraries. Nothing is sexier than kissing
against the shelves
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Your heroine is not like other girls
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Horses
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Like, she knows how to read
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References to either Napoleon or Victoria; it
shows you did your research
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Heroine complaining about her wardrobe/marriage
prospects/life
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Because how awful is it to have a nice house?
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And supportive parents?
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And nice clothes to wear?
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An obvious “no” in the marriage department
(cousin, stutterer, religious, considerate, etc.)
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Dubious older suitor with ill intentions to
leave your heroine hot and confused
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Is it so bad decent gentlemen sent you flowers?
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Best friend(s) for your heroine; identical and
gushing over the romantic interest
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They are literally interchangeable
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And probably both named Katherine
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One goes by Ther
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One best friend can be poor
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But she just lurves
serving the heroine
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Because she works for the heroine and has no
life of her own
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And an obvious low class English accent
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An insipid rival fiancée for your heroine to
sass at dinner
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References to Jane Austen or the Brontës. A
unique girl only read the most popular literature.
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She has flaxen curls and a peachy complexion
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Fencing, for good measure
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Is it really so difficult to marry Philip
Caldwell, Elizabeth?? WHY, ELIZABETH?!
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Of course, your heroine is an expert
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That rival fiancée purses her lips a lot
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“I’m not beautiful, my lord.”
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“Yes, you are.”
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Swooning (but don’t you dare let your heroine
swoon)
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Let the bodice hit the floor
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Dramatic sunset
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Romantic, peaceful epilogue with the heroine and
love interest all married and stuff
And most importantly:
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Impose modern sensibilities and ideas into your
heroine’s head so she seems super progressive
Ughhhh. We can't believe we have to spell it out for all the non-English majors out there, but we just need to get a few things off our chest.
1.) People asking you, "What are you going to do with that?"
Did you know that they used to taunt Christian English majors by jeering Quid facias eo? when they were thrown into the Coliseum to fight three rabid bears with only a butter knife and barbecue sauce? I think we can all agree that this is a joke shouldn't be funny anymore.
II.) People assume you're not going to have a future.
That's exactly what the Romans assumed when they beheaded St. Pancras at the age of fourteen.
III.) You wanted to write a novel in high school but now you just write listicles
St. Catherine of Alexandria: "7 Times Pride and Prejudice Was Life"
Maxentius: I can't even take you seriously anymore
Catherine: "15 Things You Learn Freshman Year"
Maxentius: We're just going to execute you on the wheel
Catherine: "An Open Letter to Wheels"
IV.) Everyone in other majors thinks you've got it easy.
Just like the Jewish gladiator turned to the Christian one and said, "At least your faith's persecution will only last a few more centuries."
V.) People think your major is outdated.
But the truth is, some things will always be timeless, like a good story, deep meanings, and having all your teeth yanked out individually by a Roman mob and then immolating yourself on a pyre like St. Apollonia.
VI.) Pulling all-nighters to finish that paper that's due tomorrow.
English majors are seriously just like St. Felicity - she was eight months pregnant when she was going to be executed at the Roman games, but pushed out her baby THE NIGHT BEFORE to meet the deadline. #thestruggleisreal, and not just for STEM majors.
VII.) People constantly make jokes about you saying "Would you like fries with that?"
Although that really does sound like a snarky one-liner St. Lawrence would say.
VIII.) You randomly nerd out about stuff no one else seems to care about.
Like the famous dialogue between St. Augustine and St. Jerome:
Augustine: Omigod I ship Fourtris
Jerome: That's not even a ship they're like a couple in the book
Augustine: Yeah but I ship them soooo harrrd
Jerome: No one cares Augustine
Augustine: But
Jerome: STFU Augustine
IX.) Your hands are sooo sore from typing....
...So sore that they might spontaneously break into bleeding stigmata, symbolizing your spiritual union with the final agonies of Christ upon the Cross and God's plan for you to preach the mysteries before His flock.
X.) Your professors say that the YA books you love aren't "real" literature
Joan of Arc: YA is a diverse, really popular genre written for people my age because we're all going through tough times of finding our identity and people always put it down as frivolous but I just CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT CLACE OK
English: *put torch on pyre*
BONUS ROUND
Pics of St. Sebastian, who was a New Adult romance cover model before being shot by the Romans
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It's no secret that fantasy is, by definition, one of the most imaginative genres out there. Authors who stake a claim in fantasy often have to create new species, new systems of magic, new worlds, and sometimes even new dimensions. For these reasons, fantasy is a great way to captivate middle grade readers' attention and provide them with meaningful lessons within a context of adventure and escapism.
But despite the growing popularity of "darker" fantasy, like the rape-and-violence-prone Game of Thrones saga by George R.R. Martin, among adults, it remains important that authors who write for children temper these elements to an appropriate level. "It's a fine line of balance," says author Katelyn Honeck, whose recent book, The Dragons of Aleria, is forthcoming release from Greenleaf Publications. "You don't want to pretend that things like prejudice and darkness don't exist. But you also don't want to include something obscene in a book that a ten-year-old might repeat. Many of them get uncomfortable when you put in real curse words anyway."
So what is an adventurer to blurt when, say, a centaur steps on her toe? A "darn" or "golly," Honeck says, can kill the tension faster than a rampaging orc army.
"Instead of 'damn,' I usually use 'blast,'" Honeck explains. "Its equivalent in Harroken, the fantasy language spoken in Aleria is draflkr, but I thought it best to resort to Harroken as little as possible. So instead of 'God!", characters take the name of the divine in vain by saying "By the Goddess," which is slightly different but removed enough from reality that moms won't object."
As she was planning out these logistics, Honeck was struck by how many fantasy books can include what amounts to English profanity by simply making up a fantasy curse that means the exact same thing and using it instead. Like many of her favorite authors, Honeck quickly devised fantasy equivalents of "shit" (scatflgr!) and "ass" (ashken - as in "I'll plant by boot straight in your ashken", ashkenag plural).
"But soon I realized," she says, "that this was only shielding children from the mildest curse words." What about even more vulgar words? Were these to go unaddressed? Honeck soon realized she had her work cut out for her if she wanted to make her fantasy world safe for middle grade readers.
For instance, her characters use fairk instead of "fuck," since the two words come from two different lingual systems, our "fuck" from Old German and possibly Latin, fairk from high Dwarvish, which was used by the Old Ones before the founding of Aleria's First Kingdom, Elderharr. Characters make subdued use of the word with phrases like "we've been on the road for fairking ages", "fairk the police", "I'd like to fairk that nice piece of ashken," and "you fairkfaced motherfairker." It's easy to see how both parents and their children can feel instantly comfortable in Honeck's word.
But, sadly, it gets much, much worse in English than the F-bomb. "I believe fantasy authors have an obligation to address the marginalization and discrimination that takes place in our own reality, in order to show how intolerance can be overcome." For this reason, Honeck devised fantasy slurs for different minorities in our own world.
WWYA: So not for elves and dwarves? For like, actual groups that exist here on Earth?
KH: Yes - different ethnicities, religions, sexual communities, people with dwarfism (not the fantasy race!), of different mental ableness --
WWYA: Oh my God.
KH: You mean By the Goddess! (laughs)
WWYA: This is kind of horrible. Why don't you just omit the slurs?
KH: They're not slurs in English.
WWYA: Well - if it means the same thing.
KH: Well, then it's a nice way to hint at the darkness of the real world to kids who might want to explore that, but aren't ready to encounter it, like, in their own lives yet.
Dragon book art from Dragonlance: Dragons of Autumn Twilight, painted by Matt Stawiki. Swear jar from photosearch.com.
Writing is hard, and it’s hard to truly capture your genre. There are nuances, tropes, and clichés you have to be mindful of. Fear not! I have compiled the ultimate checklist. Follow this list, and I guarantee your book will probably almost match the book you want to write. Maybe.
Cerulean/turquoise/amethyst eyes
“I hate you!”
Kisses
“I love you!”
Smooches
A painfully hot vampire/werewolf/demon/angel boyfriend
That beau is possessive and dangerous
Kissing
Like, he probably killed a guy
Classical music (alternatively, piano dates)
Rain kisses
Covens or societies of the supernatural creature in question
Pretty girls aren’t pretty until they get a leather-clad makeover
Prophesied weapon of power
Kissing in a romantic botanical garden with sparkly lights
Your MC is “the one,” but not like Neo from The Matrix
But Keanu Reeves would be a nice touch
Give your MC absentee or dead parents
If a parent is present, he or she is clueless
And probably an accountant
Rainy town in the middle of nowhere
Kisses
Jealous childhood best friend who becomes a jerk at the drop of a hat
(It makes it easier to choose)
Love geometry
I recommend a dodecahedron
Latin!
Classes? What classes? You don’t need no stinking classes
Stalking
Marrying at eighteen because they are in such love. Much wow.
Parents being OK with stalking angel boyfriends
Magic. Babies.
Parents somehow being more OK with stalking demon boyfriends??
Not really kidding about Keanu Reeves, though
Hot blood trickling from holes in the neck
Decapitation
Moan kisses, moan problems
Raven hair
And most importantly:
Shameless author self-insertion
In 1989, the world was officially introduced to Bill and Ted, two slacker teens living in the small town of San Dimas, California. With the hope their band the Wyld Stallyns will take the world by storm—and a promise their music will one day unite the world—they go on a, well, excellent adventure to ace history and party on, dudes. While Bill and Ted learned history, I learned everything I know about writing.
1. Make your main characters airheads. They’re more endearing that way.
In spite of the fact Bill S. Preston, Esq., and Ted “Theodore” Logan are flunking history, they aren’t stupid, just endearing. They have expansive vocabularies and show initiative by amassing large stacks of books to study. Every book seems to have a highly intelligent, capable heroine or hero with no social or common sense. Reverse it.
2. Work in Genghis Khan and Joan of Arc somehow.
You may not know it fits in your reimagined Sumerian myth romance war saga right now, but I guarantee they (and any other historical figures) will fit in at some point. Trust me, I’ve read, like, three books on how to write a book.
photo courtesy of MGM Studios
3. Find a catchy slogan that is your story.
Everyone knows the phrase “Be excellent to each other. Party on, dudes!” because it perfectly encapsulates everything that is Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. Don’t be afraid to write that first, because there are only seven plots in the universe anyway. That can be filled in later, but that slogan has to be unique enough to be your story. Perfect that, the rest will follow.
4. A threat of military school always adds the right amount of tension.
In the film, Ted is threatened with military school if he doesn’t pass his history final. The most sensible way to add in conflict to your story is introduce a strict authoritarian to threaten your main character with military school. If your characters are in the military, y’know with those teenage rebels and such, threaten them with art school. It is just as effective.
photo courtesy of MGM Studios
5. Reference rock bands from the 80s.
Kansas, Van Halen, take your pick from the bunch. This is especially useful if you’re writing some sort of tribute to the works of John Hughes. Or, if you are writing a sci-fi adventure, this also works surprisingly well, given the success of Guardians of the Galaxy. And if you can work it into your high fantasy or historical romance, critics will be impressed with your writing talent. Problem solved.
The important thing is to know is that even though multitudes of books have been written teaching people to write, aspiring authors could have just watched Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure and saved themselves time and consternation.
YA as a genre is more popular than ever. Not only teens, but increasing numbers of adults are helping to remove the stigma from the genre and showing the literary world that the stories of young adults are meaningful, revealing, and, yes, quality literature. But at times like these, we can't help but be reminded of how far this newborn genre has to go.
We need a real conversation about the profound lack Blue Öyster Cult lyrics in young adult fiction.
At first it might not seem that obvious, but look at all the young adult books most people are familiar with. Twilight. The Hunger Games. Harry Potter. Even classic greats like Huckleberry Finn and The Catcher in the Rye. What unites all of them, and actually most of the YA market?
All these books contain zero lyrics from the timeless 70s rock band Blue Öyster Cult.
The great essayist Samuel Johnson once said on fiction: "the greatest excellency of art [is] to imitate nature; but it is necessary to distinguish those parts of nature which are most proper to imitation." What, we ask, could be more worthy of imitation than the multi-platinum powerhouse responsible for such masterpieces as "Astronomy," "Godzilla," and "Black Blade"? Is a YA book really a reflection of the real world if it excludes all mention of Blue Öyster Cult?
Without Blue Öyster Cult, can any book deserve the praise of being "absolutely righteous"?
Let's do a thought experiment.
Look at the covers of the following YA books:
Now turn your volume to its highest setting and play the video below. And ask yourself: is excluding this degree of facemelting from your books fair?
It's on you, YA. We're burning for change.
That's right; we went there.
Are you finishing your novel, but feeling that the resolution needs just an extra "oomph" to leave a reader feeling that your work has meaning? Are you worried that your violent saga of rebellion against a despotic future government has lots of action but falls short in substance?
There's one thingamajig that usually works.
We recommend you look up Jesus.
Don't get us wrong - you don't need to include vestiges of Christianity in your story that is set in what used to be the fervently Christian United States. Nor do you need to insert religious elements into the non-denominational marriage of your heroine and her pick of the love triangle, both of whom keep their religious lives out of the story. Nor does your protagonist need to have any similar tendencies to Jesus. You just need to add in a few details that will have a reader going, Woah! JESUS! But with WEAPONS!
LEVEL 1
Sacrificing life for friends
"No. I need to do this myself. This time, it's just them and me."
There is no reason for your characters' friends to sit out the final battle. Make it happen anyway.
LEVEL 2
Revealed as Chosen One
In the third book. Maybe prophecy? Sort of like, "OH! She's Jesus."
LEVEL 3
Death delivers an entire nation
LEVEL 4
Return to life
An authorial move known in publishing houses as "Full Yeshua."
LEVEL 5
Being a class-A snarker
Ex: "Are you the King of the Jews?"
"You say so."
This should be the easiest to shoehorn in. Just don't overdo it, for Chrissakes.
1. Killer inciting incident
What could be better than love at first sight? For agents, it's that magical, first-sight experience or nothing. Think: if your reader was browsing at a bookstore, would they drop yours after the first few pages?
Ideas to kick-start your story: picking the most exciting moment in your plot outline and starting there, an incident that will allow you to display your narrator's unique voice, leading the Korean People's Army across the 38th parallel.
2. Nonstop Action
By action, we don't necessarily mean physical. There are many types of action that make a story compelling: verbal, sensory, new revelations for the characters. "Action" could be anything, from moving to a new setting, introducing a new problem, or the involvement of UN coalition forces and the Chinese.
Tip: make an outline that structures your story so that something important happens in every chapter.
3. Consistency
Nothing annoys a careful reader (or a professional reader, like an agent or editor) like imperfections and plot holes. Make sure that you have friends and beta readers check your story for inner contradictions.
If you have a theme, make sure you hint at it repeatedly and never drop the thread. For example, if you want readers to think that your main character was born on a sacred mountain to the sign of a blessed star, learned to talk at three weeks old, has written 1500 of the world's best books, along with 6 incomparable operas, can see into their minds when they have unpatriotic thoughts, does not defecate, and is immortal, drive the message home with constant daily reminders and total control of the press.
Some of you may recall this picture from our blog post several weeks ago:
But the truth is, since unearthing this cinematic shot of Christopher Paolini, we've gone through a strange and disorienting series of emotions. What began as amused giggling over his pose progressed to admiration of his classical phisyque, then to imagining what it would be like to be the wind, running its weightless fingers through his silken hair. Pretty soon our wombs declared themselves the property of him and him forever.
Here are the 14 Times Christopher Paolini Could Have Had Our Babies Whenever He Wanted:
1.) This is another still from the aforementioned photoshoot. It's all there: piercing gaze, tight sleeves, strong arms to hold us tight and fight away our problems. And of course there are the mountains - silent, ancient witnesses to kisses given far from eyes of men.
3.) The time he stood in a Hawaiian shirt in the middle of the snow, baring his sculpted calves to the elements like a true child of the fearsome American West, bearing in his hands a strange wooden slab that says "Eragon" for some reason.
4.) When he sat on his porch in Grover's Corners, smelling Mrs. Gibbs' heliotrope in the morning light just as Howie Newsome came by with the milk. What was he doing, as the interviewer asked?
"I'm going to have a copy of this play put in the cornerstone and the people a thousand years from now'll know a few simple facts about us," he replied. "More than the Treaty of Versailles and the Lind-bergh flight. See what I mean? So people a thousand years from now will see this is the way we were in the provinces of New York at the beginning of the twentieth century. This is the way we were: in our growing up and in our marrying and in our living and our dying."
5.) The face he made when he realized that he was standing in a bush of poison ivy and not wearing any pants.
6.) The time when he presented us phallic images.
7.) When he told us to come closer and slowly raised his leg. "Closer," he said. We came closer. His fingers brushed against the ridges of the dragon statue supporting the table. "Closer," he said. We did. And then he leaned in our ear and whispered, "Se onr sverdar sitja hvass!"
8.) When he grew a beard and we wept and it dried our tears
9.) When he landed the lead role in Eragon and briefly became America's sweetheart.
10.) When he saw a car broken down on the side of the Montana highway, he got out to see if the driver needed any help. "Sure, but hey, I know you!" said the driver. "You're that teen author, right? Stefan Bachmann, author of The Peculiar, published when you were just nineteen years old!"
Christopher laughed a little and said, "Sure."
"I'm a big fan!" gushed the man.
"Certainly." Christopher got a pair of swords out of his car. "Hey, I called my mom and she should be here with the jumper cables in a bit. Want a photo op? I could show you how to use one too."
"Wow," said the man. Chris handed him the wooden one. They smiled for a picture seconds before Christopher swung, shattering the other's wooden sword. He felt the satisfying crunch of wood under the steel, and splinters flew, some up to ten feet away. He rose his sword for a half-parry, then decided on a feint first to the left, then to the right. The terrified man's eyes followed the sword, and his reflexes, slow even for a mortal, weren't fast enough to catch the punch that flew at him, catching him on the jaw and throwing him to the ground. Christopher drove the sword into the splenic plexus, and a well of blood greeted the blade, dying it a dark coquelicot. Christopher mused over the kill, and knelt to close the man's eyes. Somewhere, he had a family. By just a slight altering of fates, it could be Chris there on the ground, and that man standing over him. What a waste of life, he thought. And all for his mistake.
11.) When he escorted this beautiful, elusive Monacan countess to the film premier of Eragon.
12.) That time at the Eragon premier when he stopped for a photo with Jeremy Irons, but upon bumping into him found they had switched bodies. Suddenly he was six inches taller, had a grey beard, and the rough, alluring voice of a silver fox. Likewise, he saw his own youthful, glowing face staring back at him in shock. Before they could say anything, hands pulled him away. "Mr. Irons! John Malkovich just challenged you to jello shots!" Seven jello shots later, Chris was weeping and Malkovich was staring in his eyes and whispering in capital letters: "I SUFFER WHILE YOU DO NOT TAKE A SHOT. DO NOT....PROLONG...MY SUFFERING....JEREMY." Just then, he saw himself hurtling towards him, and they crashed to the floor. Back in his own body, he staggered to his feet and ran to the door, with Irons shouting after him, "You got me drunk, you little...!"
13.) When he gently grazed this kangaroo's boob.
14.) Recognizing that while the sight of adult Christopher is enough to prompt natural, healthy, and socially acceptable desires in women over 15, his mother noticed that Paolini's tween and child fans may not be ready for fantasizing about holding hands with a grown-up (even though to some extent Paolini will always exist in our minds as the fresh-faced, adorable teen that he was when he wrote Eragon). Thus, she made available many young portraits of Paolini, so that voyeurs of all ages can find the Paolini that's right for them.
Oscar Wilde? Enough said.
Apparently, he would say this whenever he walked into a room. No wonder he was always the center of conversation.
Oscar Wilde was never shy about being himself, even in an era of sexual repression and prejudice. Even after he was sent to jail for his sexual orientation, he never gave up who he was, and that's something we all could learn from.
He spat out this pithy witticism on his deathbed.
He was just so witty. Witty for days.
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I think he wrote books too