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

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.

Let’s all try to be fearless, sometimes we wish for the most perfect of outcomes and we arrive at the most unforgettable. Life can be scary and leave us hiding, but when we come out...

He told himself she wasn’t really such a bad person, she was just a pest, she was sticky, there was something misplaced in her make-up, something that kept her from fading clear of people when...

I wrote a novel. It’s called ‘The Middlesteins.’ It’s fiction. It’s not a memoir. I’m not a spokesperson.

I believe that only poetry counts … A great novelist is first of all a great poet.

For now the world keeps turning and I keep breathing, in and out, in and out. I breathe in the life that is all around me, in this garden, in this city, in the fields...

Starting now,

Every healthy person at some period must feed on fiction as well as fact; because fact is a thing which the world gives to him, whereas fiction is a thing which he gives to the...

Danilo’s was the kind of place where many drinking men come to hide, be it from their wives, in-laws, their jobs or life in general. it was where men and women can come to drink...

Although our productions have afforded more extensive and unaffected pleasure than those of any other literary corporation in the world, no species of composition has been so much decried. ”And what are you reading, Miss...

I look at the human sciences as poetic sciences in which there is no objectivity, and I see film as not being objective, and cinema verite as a cinema of lies that depends on the...

Give me FICTION, REALITY is OVERRATED!

Enjoy the tiny unexplainable second. You can learn whatever you want.

He had to die someday too. He might do it on sheets with a six-hundred-plus thread count, but he’d die just the same. Death wouldn’t forget about him.

That was the September I cut school six times in my first two weeks. I just couldn’t do school anymore. Something inside wouldn’t let me.

I’ve been working on something that merges rap with classical…. I call it Baby’s Got Bach.

Commentators frequently blame MMORPGs for an increasing sense of isolation modern life. But virtual worlds are less a cause of that isolation than a response to it. Virtual worlds give back what has been scooped...

Perfection irritates as well as it attracts, in fiction as in life.

Seseorang memang harus jadi munafik untuk merelakan orang yang disayanginya pergi.

And I like your laugh, Sabbath; it’s inaudible.

I blinked at him just casually talking about my new sex life with his genie-shiny head, and I knew at any second I would break into hysterics.

A town is a thing like a colonial animal. A town has a nervous system and a head and shoulders and feet. A town is a thing separate from all other towns alike. And a...

The only sweeter than union is reunion.

Hold tight, baby. This is going to feel so good.

Because of literature we can decipher, at least partially, the hieroglyphic that existence tends to be for the great majority of human beings.

When he talked politcis, it was with me, or my sister, pointing a steady and patient finger at us, saying, “I don’t care about left or right. It’s all nonsense. All I ask of you...

I already know about human beings.

I tried to hate you, to forgive you, all just to forget you, but I’m only capable of loving you. You’re tattooed onto my skin, and the more I try to erase you, the deeper...

I never want a girl to lose all hope that her life can’t completely turn around, even if she feels that she is at the edge, standing on one foot, and ready to say goodbye.

Nothing makes you think you might need years of therapy like saying the word breasts in front of your mother.

She stared at the faded tile floor before her feet, but knew his every step around her small kitchen. When Martin touched the coffee cup patterned curtains he must assume she’d made, her fingers throbbed....

Join us next time for Days of the Undead when Rachel learns her long lost brother is really a crown prince from outer space.

According to Adam One, the Fall of Man was multidimensional. The ancestral primates fell out of the trees; then they fell from vegetarianism into meat-eating. Then they fell from instinct into reason, and thus into...

Darling, in this family we don’t call anyone a novelist who has not written more books than Jane Austen.

No respect for beauty – that was characteristic of today’s society. The work of the great masters were at most employed as ironic references or in advertising. Michelangelo’s “The Creation of Adam ” where you...

I was somewhere between angry and turned-on.

A person with autism lives in his own world, while a person with Asperger’s lives in our world, in a way of his own choosing

There is no neatness in any life- great or small. It is only an illusion men foolishly pursue. All lived lives are a mess.The neatness in my life had begun to crumble some time before,...

I came trusting them. They beat me with rods of dullness. They don’t know, they don’t understand how agonizing their complacent dullness is. Like ants and August sun on a wound.” – Carol Kennicott

Tatiana: “Why did we spend two days fighting when we could have been doing this?”Alexander: “That wasn’t fighting, Tatiana. That was foreplay.

Novels are fictions and therefore they tell lies, but through those lies every novelist attempts to tell the truth about the world.

I thought I was in love, but it was only a head cold.” (Humans)

Energy is neither created nor destroyed. It just changes shape.