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 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

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.

Nonsense, this is my home and I must defend it. It’s time for Santa to get serious.

As in the universe every atom has an effect, however minuscule, on every other atom, so that to pinch the fabric of Time and Space at any point is to shake the whole length and...

Anyone who met him today would say, *Soldier. Fighter.* They would want him on their team. As a mother she was willing to engage in pride over fear and to admit the possibility that his...

Una forma d’amore pura, armoniosa e assolutamente perfetta. Una forma d’amore nella quale il rosso della passione combaciava e si respingeva, allo stesso tempo, col nero del peccato.

The world is everything that is the case.” It seemed as though the Mammy≈Divas® were just like Steve Jobs, trying to have reality bent to their own wills. Objectively, the iPhone was a muddle of...

In my experience, when a woman’s cruelty is combined with love and devotion, it is almost always without exception an act performed not out of treachery, but as a painful self-sacrifice for the good of...

If woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of the utmost importance (…); as great as a man, some think even greater. But this is...

I wish life were a fiction novel. Then everyone would have to do what I say.

You remember?’ he said incredulously. ‘What could you possibly remember?’ he asked, staring at her, waiting for the answer.The beauty from within her soul shined brightly through her loving eyes as she looked deep into...

I can’t go on, I’ll go on.

My body is no longer mine. My soul dormant. I am once again, possessed.

She actually isn’t so bad, now that I’m getting to know her. She’s just a little messy on the outside. But aren’t we all?

It is not a single cowardice that drives us into fiction’s fantasies. We often fear that literature is a game we can’t afford to play — the product of idleness and immoral ease. In the...

While we read a novel, we are insane—bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren’t there, we hear their voices… Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.

I think biography can be more personal than fiction, and certainly can be more expressive.

Is where you’re from the place you’re leaving or where you have roots?

But now she could not bear the way she sounded. She was not a person anyone could love….And thus fled to her room. There she wept, bitterly, an ugly sound punctuated by great gulps. She...

Sometimes strange fiction, becomes grim reality.

Aunt Rosa, a fussy, angular, wild-eyed old lady, who had lived in a tremulous world of bad news, bankruptcies, train accidents, cancerous growths—until the Germans put her to death, together with all the people she...

A film is – or should be – more like music than like fiction. It should be a progression of moods and feelings. The theme, what’s behind the emotion, the meaning, all that comes later.

I thought a lighthouse is out at sea.

The cry that ‘fantasy is escapist’ compared to the novel is only an echo of the older cry that novels are ‘escapist’ compared with biography, and to both cries one should make the same answer:...

If something is going to happen to me, I want to be there.

Every good book should be entertaining. A good book will be more; it must not be less. Entertainment…is like a qualifying examination. If a fiction can’t provide that, we may be excused from inquiring into...

This isn’t your world. It’s your parents. Your world is still out there, waiting to be discovered. Always remember that.

I found myself intent on keeping the memories of the year to myself.[…]I didn’t want to share them. Because I didn’t want to dilute them

Are you looking for something real in this world of illusions? Call me. Casual Flings need not apply. I am looking for Love.

Never underestimate what teens can understand or do. They’re smart, creative, and fresh-minded. I wish I was one.

I love you more than depth of the ocean, but I can’t let you feel the pain of it…lines from Love Vs destiny….

Aref knelt, reached into his pocket and produced an implement made from a small stick which he called his miswak, the use of which he silently illustrated before handing her his spare. He also gave...

War is an infidel; it holds no loyalties, neither to king nor countryman. She is a whore, selling herself to the highest bidder. Victory is bought in blood and steel.

The novel is a formidable mass, and it is so amorphous – no mountain in it to climb, no Parnassus or Helicon, not even a Pisgah. It is most distinctly one of the moister areas...

A play is fiction-and fiction is fact distilled into truth.

Warren was nearly hoarse as he wiped the tears from his eyes and face. “I need to change. I need to protect my family. I need to earn who I am.

All who hear are called. All who are called are able.

Sais-tu pourquoi tu es ici, un samedi après-midi, au lieu d’être chez toi ?-Non, je ne le sais pas. Je ne me suis même pas posé la question. (…) –Parce que tu es un pro-lé-tai-re...

It was the yearning she related to. Shriver seemed to understand the specific human pain of wanting and pushing away at the same time. It left her with a gorgeous ache, and when she turned...

Really good fiction could have as dark a worldview as it wished, but it’d find a way both to depict this world and to illuminate the possibilities for being alive and human in it.”[Q&A with...

We must kill the guard before we can enter the palace.

Family is a permanent adhesive that creates a lifetime bond.

You don’t have to tell them. All they need to do is look in the mirror. I have one friend out in New York, an attorney. She moved out there after the school year to...

I like what I do. Some writers have said in print that they hated writing and it was just a chore and a burden. I certainly don’t feel that way about it. Sometimes it’s difficult....