I mean. You put puppies in a store front, I will stop and giddily stare. Every. Single. Time.
– Christy Hall
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- Give all that you can. No more. No less. Every. Single. Day. – Christy Hall
- Each night, I close my eyes and dream. In the morning, I open my eyes again, but the dreaming doesn’t stop. – Christy Hall
- Each night, I close my eyes and dream. In the morning, I open my eyes again, but the dreaming doesn’t stop. – Christy Hall
- A writer writes. There are no exceptions to this reality. No excuses. Stop wasting time talking about your stories and get them on paper. – Christy Hall
- Stare. It is the way to educate your eye, and more. Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long. – Walker Evans
- He gives me the stare that only men can do. The mouth tightening exasperation stare. – Poppet
- I burn a hole through everything I stare, and it happens when I stand in front of the mirror too. – Akshay Vasu
- Stop competing, stop judging, stop comparing, stop blaming and better you, for you. – Turcois Ominek
- The day you start accepting that life is a bitch and laughing over it, is the day you won’t seem to mind how many puppies she gives. – Manmeet Singh Narang
- Songwriting is a bitch. And then it has puppies – Steven Tyler
- i held it up, and tried to channel happy dog thoughts toward Cerberus- Alpo commercials, cute little puppies, fire hydrants. – Rick Riordan
- Being clingy may work for puppies, but not for you. – Auliq Ice
- Whoever said you can’t buy Happiness forgot little puppies. – Gene Hill
- It’s okay to fail. It does not make you forever a failure. In fact, there are no failures really. Only human beings doing the best they can. – Christy Hall
- I want everyday magic. – Christy Hall
- Walking the Camino de Santiago taught me the wonders of physical challenge, the wonders of spiritual freedom, and the wonders of baby powder. – Christy Hall
- If I had a nickel for all the times I’ve been shushed in my life? Bam! Instant millionaire! – Christy Hall
- Sometimes I dream so vividly, so expectantly, I wonder if I’m crazy… – Christy Hall
- I know it’s difficult in the beginning. But, listen. If you have the impulse to write, do yourself a favor, do the world a favor, and write. – Christy Hall
- It’s hard to be a dreamer sometimes. I’m tired. – Christy Hall
- Life baffles me most days. Maybe that’s why I write. To try and make sense of it all. – Christy Hall
- The defining lines of reality have always been a bit blurred for me. – Christy Hall
- I am swimming in a sea of words, attempting to keep my head above water. – Christy Hall
- I have written until I fell asleep with my computer on my lap. That can’t be normal. – Christy Hall
- When a solid first draft of an original tale is complete…you feel as if you could do anything. – Christy Hall
- I write because that is what I am supposed to do. – Christy Hall
- What you really want is all too often hidden just behind what you think you want. – Christy Hall
- Let life be the foundation. Be brave. Wander deep inside yourself to the little room no one knows about. Fling the door wide open and write. – Christy Hall
- This life is full of signs, many of which find their way to you exactly when you need them most. – Christy Hall
- Nothing makes you feel smaller than New York City… – Christy Hall
- A writing day is like any other day. Except I live in my pajamas, I forget to eat, and I suddenly look up, wondering when day turned into night. – Christy Hall
- Lost in New York City. Not that I don’t know where I am, but rather perplexed as to where I am going. – Christy Hall
- You are more ready and able to grasp at opportunity when your hands are empty. – Christy Hall
- Lost in New York City. Not that I don’t know where I am, but rather perplexed as to where I am going. – Christy Hall
- New York is perfect. Just the way it is. In all its imperfection. – Christy Hall
- You know you are a writer when characters inside your brain keep demanding, ‘This is my story! Now tell it or I will never leave you alone! – Christy Hall
- I’m turning into an old man. I own four pairs of oxfords, my stories get a little long winded, and my neighbors play their music too loud. – Christy Hall
- You know you’re officially an adult when you finally understand WHY Miss Hannigan was drinking bath water. – Christy Hall
- Q: Best part about being a musical theatre book writer?A: Explaining what that is. – Christy Hall