Then, slowly, my feet settled to the ground. Before I had taken six steps I sagged like a sail when the wind fades. As I walked back through the town, past sleeping houses and dark...

Thomas Randall and Christopher Golden not only are inventive writers but write in a sense to grab your attention cover to cover! I absolutely advise you to read,”The Waking” series. You’ll love it if you...

We make fiction because we are fiction … It lived us into being and it lives us still.

Vi siete mai chiesti quanto vale una vita umana? Quella mattina la vita di mio fratello valeva un orologio da taschino.

If you will practice being fictional for a while, you will understand that fictional characters are sometimes more real than people with bodies and heartbeats.

Fact and fiction are different truths.

Lending my voice to a dedicated readership is a match made in heaven.

I’m warning you. I’m going to get waxy. D’you see? You’re not wanted. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island! So don’t...

Writing is a form of running away. Running away to a place you made by your own hand.

coxom”, Tom Conrad? I like to pose a question back at them: Is J.K. Rowling actually a witch? Is Thomas Harris the no. 1 serial killer in the the US, did Yann Martell really spend...

Fiction is like a spider’s web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.

She fixed a smile that she hoped looked authentic. Pretending to be content continued to be hard work.

My insanity begged for a distraction. (Eric)

The old are often forgotten. Life moves on without a care for those who wish to remain in the past. We tend to talk too much because it’s rare that we’re listened to.

I’m sorry,” I heard him say again. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sudden blur of movement as he slid out of his seat, left some bills for the breakfast...

Beware, Underlanders, time hangs by a thread.The hunters are hunted, white water runs red.The Gnawers will strike to extinguish the rest.The hope of the hopeless resides in a quest.An Overland warrior, a son of the...

Dreams only come true if youpoint yourself in their direction

I had finally become aware of how much I was capable of, how little I had to lose, and how deep into Douglas’s soft sand I had sunk. Magellan’s letters, which Douglas had recited, had...

Karl Marx: “Religion is the opiate of the masses.”Carrie Fisher: “I did masses of opiates religiously.

Fiction just makes it all more interesting. Truth is so boring.

The Witcher had a knife to his throat. He was wallowing in a wooden tub, brimfull with soapsuds, his head thrown agains the slippery rim. The bitter taste of soap lingered in his mouth as...

These paintings say Mexico is an ancient thing that will still go on forever telling its own story in slabs of color leaves and fruits and proud naked Indians in a history without shame. Their...

That’s the thing about fiction, that you live in it totally for a little while, but you must forget it, sometimes totally forget it, in order to go about the rest of your day.

First time I ever put pen to paper, I had one goal – to build something no one had ever thought of before.

A wounded animal yet bears teeth

It’s fun to tease people about where fiction and life intersect.

Kuandika hadithi ni kitu kimoja. Kuweka kanuni za fasihi katika hadithi ni kitu kingine.

I held a brief debate with myself as to whether I should change my ordinary attire for something smarter. At last I concluded it would be a waste of labour. “Doubtless,” though I, “she is...

There is absolutely everything in great fiction but a clear answer.

The sea in all its vastness is its own, real world. Man is nature’s sci-fi.

Riza: Without his Alchemy he’s just…Jean: A little brat who swears a lotMaes: An arrogant pipsqueakRoy: Useless. Just uselessAlphonse: Sorry big brother, I don’t know how to add to that…Ed *starts to cry*: YOU’RE ALL...

It doesn’t matter what other people think when you’re right – John Cleaver

WEST SALEM ~ October 2011A sudden vision, fraught with malevolence and darkness, obscured her sight. The face of a menacing figure turned from the shadows of his grisly handiwork and stared at Sorcha.Her muscles tensed....

At the Beginning there was Incomplete information,then belief and then an abstract idea but if you reach Pure reasoning then you start to understand the dualities of life itself.The sunset,the sunrise;A star from approximately 93...

Love is implicit in every connection. It should be. Thus when absent it makes us insane. (You Shall Know Our Velocity)

Misery comes to miser; joy comes to wiser. (A Very Hot Cup of Tea, Empathy)Juvenile invites, youth tries, adult applies, and the old man dies. (A Straw Man, Empathy)In everyone, there lives a superhero. (The...

Honor is for the living. Dead is dead.

That’s science fiction shit,” “It’s only fiction until science catches up.

I could have drowned today. If they hadn’t been screaming my name so loudly and if I hadn’t woken up, I would have drowned.

Fiction was invented the day Jonah arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale..

What’s more important than recycling? Producing something to recycle.

I just want to domething that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.

Fiction challenges us and works its miracles by placing us in the skin of another human being and teaching us empathy.

The truth is always less interesting than the fiction.

I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don’t have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they...

Beautiful untrue things are even more beautiful when they’re true.

What? No way.”With a shrug, he tossed the wig into the water fountain.

I’ve committed to nothing…and that’s just suicide…by tiny, tiny increments.

The more we prepare for war, the more we make it a reality. Yet, it would seem, to prepare for war may also be the best and possibly the only way to avoid it.’ –...

Carefully studying the delicate form of the doll, she was thinking how easy it was to wish for things as a child. Then nothing seemed impossible. Growing up, one realizes how many things one cannot...