The world of a cat is unlike any other. What is seen through their eyes cannot be understood by anyone besides another cat. Their world is filled with secrets and adventures that are always present...

To write is to reveal oneself.When I write something, fiction or non-fiction, I do not expect you to accept what I write, nor to agree with what I propose.I expect you to spend at least...

When I label something as fiction, people say it’s true, and when I label something as non-fiction, people say it is made up. If something is not 100% true, then I label it as fiction....

There used to be a rubbish heap under the great tree in Dhoby Ghaut with a sarabat stall parked next to it. It was a low, sprawling rubbish heap made up of the usual things—refuse...

If the weight comes from bacon you can so deduct it off the scale total to get your true weight. #science

I have lived long enough and seen enough to recognize that there are many dark currents in the human psyche, which persist in spite of the works of God and man; they resurface at times...

Conchpore is real. It is as real as Malgudi, Brahmpur, Lilliput or Macondo. And also as real as San Francisco, Madurai, Edinburgh, Gaborone or Tokyo. You know that fictional towns exist. You visit them all...

The sun does not abandon the moon to darkness.

…every harsh word spoken, every such act or even thought doesn’t just disappear – it hangs around somewhere in totality and some day it boomerangs to haunt us.

The greatest enemy is one that has nothing to lose.

Live life to the fullest and never forget the people that supported you along the way.

She had traveled to more cities, had experienced more scenes, than anyone she knew, and still she had come away from it all with only an abysmal sense of dissatisfaction. When would it all begin,...

In ActualHuman Rights are”caring” for Humans left on the planet

We insist that this stuff we call science fiction is not SCI-FI. For some in the ghetto of Genre this is axiomatic, a secret truth known only to the genre kids, that there is proper...

Right from the very beginning, I knew I wanted to write palpably Scottish fiction.

Sometimes You Gotta Break the Rules”? How can an Image-Fiction writer hope to make people more critical of televisual culture by parodying television as a self-serving commercial enterprise when Pepsi and Subaru and FedEx parodies...

He is a free man, not because is in a poition of political power and influence that you will never be able to achieve, and not because he has more character and heart in his...

You shouldn’t be in here!

I am glad you are happy–but I never believe much in happiness. I never believe in misery either. Those are things you see on the stage or the screen or the printed page, they never...

Let Your Inhibitions Run Free

Ironically, [living in] communities of the like – minded is one of the greatest dangers of today ́s globalized world. And it ́s happening everywhere, among liberals and conservatives, agnostics and believers, the rich and...

What we often take to be the new is simply the old under some novel form.

I have closed my study door on the world and shut myself away with people of my imagination. For nearly sixty years I have eavesdropped with impunity on the lives of people who do not...

A scent. Your mother’s shampoo.

Every minute I decide not to kill you is a minute your life is saved. You owe me everything.

This, however, is.”He grabbed William by the wrist, swung the man around and around before at last releasing him and hurling his body directly onto the bridge.

He had panicked. Tessier cursed his own stupidity. He should have remained in the column where he would have been protected. Instead, he saw an enemy coming for him like a revenant rising from a...

When extremists come together extreme things happen.

My life is kinda like a story that if I told you about it, you probably wouldn’t believe. It would seem like fiction. That’s me.

Lucretia Jane Price. A sweet name for a sweet lady that smelled of roses, spoke with a sweet drawl, and was surely made of all the sweet country things a man who hadn’t eaten a...

I feel like these characters, these places, these beings and plots, and even these inanimate objects are counting on me for survival. It’s my responsibility to reveal them to the world, to show my readers...

And yet it was also true that the tumor could not be removed by our doctor, and as a result of that a strange medication had been given him that enabled my brother to become...

Fiction is experimentation; when it ceases to be that, it ceases to be fiction.

The Wheel of Time spins: there is beginning and there is end. But why does the Wheel of Time spin? Is it some divine force that propels it? Or is that force humanity, people in...

The novel’s spirit is the spirit of complexity. . . . The novel’s spirit is the spirity of continuity . . . a thing made to last, to connect the past with the future.

I felt your sorrow before I even knew something was wrong. It hit me like a freight train of boulders. You made the sky rain fireballs with red lightning. Need I say more?

Ah, well, it never hurts to try.

Have you noticed how Emilio Estevez and Charlie Sheen look nothing alike, and yet they both manage to look exactly like their father, Martin?

Why is everything always my decision?” I asked.Because you will not tolerate anything else.”Oh, I remembered now. “Great”, I whispered.- Anita to Jean-Claude

I have always been fascinated by the ocean, to dip a limb beneath its surface and know that I’m touching eternity, that it goes on forever until it begins here again.

God wanted him to go to Him with his deepest needs, to stop looking elsewhere, so that he could be made whole again.

The Butcher of Babylon featured in over 500 porn films between 1974 and 1982, and was best known for his motto: Come for the butcher, stay for the meat.

Afghanistan had collapsed and everyone’s life now lies broken at different levels within the rubble.

Look at your past… you should hate yourself way more than you actually do!”?Welcome to your Little Monster.

One describes a tale best by telling the tale. You see? The way one describes a story, to oneself or to the world, is by telling the story. It is a balancing act and it...

Shocked my old friend from China, Deja Vu, when I turned up at his door without notice.

There are moments in my life when I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, doing exactly what I’m supposed to do. I pay attention to them. They’re my cosmic landmarks, letting me...

You don’t remember it. And that automatically means you didn’t do it?

Surely Tillie knew glitter on wrinkled cleavage was a sin.

It’s a good day to do great things!