I mostly believe, deep in my bones, that life is very simply beyond description; regardless of what one makes of it, life always spills over the parameters of how anyone has chosen to define it.

If you want the extra-ordinary, you’ve got to be willing to forsake the ordinary’ – Annie Grimes in Mr Alhourani’s Dead Man’s Spots

If anyone or anything tries to curse or kill the Goodness at the Center of all things, it will just keep coming back to life. Forever Easter.

Jesus of Nazareth could have chosen simply to express Himself in moral precepts; but like a great poet He chose the form of the parable, wonderful short stories that entertained and clothed the moral precept...

Everything was quiet now. It was even too freaky quiet. The house seemed big without anyone else inside. It felt lonely; like a ghost town.

Since truth is often stranger than fiction, fiction needs to be pretty weird.

Everyone asks me how I got started into writing. I wish I had some cool story to tell, but the truth is pretty lame. My wife and I were having a drink on our back...

I should like to write about what happens when fictive people encounter and are embellished by real people.

The marks we leave are too often scars.

Richard Papen: As it happened, I knew Gartrell. He was a bad painter and a vicious gossip, with a vocabulary composed almost entirely of obscenities, gutteral verbs, and the world “postmodernist.

Beneath Albright’s office, the colliery sprawled across the hillside, red brick buildings scattered as though hurled from a great height, a hotchpotch of mismatched structures spattered on the valley floor. At the bottom stood the...

But Mother, I don’t want to go. It’s just that…I have to. I can’t spend the rest of my life hiding in the attic.[…]I don’t want to be a burden[…]I want to do something with...

We all fight for money, some for power, but most of all for love. But me, I fight to become a champion.

Bill is a fiction writer, but he writes in the first-person voice in a style that is tell-all confessional; in fact, his fiction sounds as much like a memoir as he can make it sound.

Perhaps she moves too slowly now, or the world moves too fast for her. She enters the lift, a giant wheel turns and steel cables lower the mechanized box. The lift drops down a black...

No one person is the cause for or consequence of all that happens. I am just the tenth man, the threshold, the turn in the tide. I stand here on the shoulders of humanity, a...

Lucy: I don’t feel like talking about college. It increases my stress level.James: And increased stress levels lead to hair loss.Lucy: My head-hair volume is fine.James: You say that like I should be concerned about...

Most fan fiction is terrible.

We both must burn this midnight oil together. You’re just as new to me as I am you.” –Andrew

I’m not above using unsavory beings to kick the Gods’ asses, but the Phantoms are too unpredictable for my taste,” I said.

We all have the best laid plans for our children, and they go and ruin it all by growing up any way they want to. What the hell was it all for, then? (Real Life...

I looked at Micah, who shrugged. I looked at Rafael, who shook his head. Nice that none of us knew why he was undressing.

I do love you. I love you enough to accept who you are. Why can’t I received the same feeling in return?”-Ariel

How scary and sudden the shift from Living to Dead.

If a wizard should take up residence in your garden and requests food, you are obliged to feed him.

He led her back to the house, the perfume from the acacia clinging to her. The djinn was supposed to live in the scent of the acacia blossom, making themselves visible only to the young...

When good Americans die, they go to Paris,’ the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette.But you’re not dead. I suppose the question must be, are you good?

You know I love you,’ said the other mother flatly.’You have a very funny way of showing it,’ said Coraline.

If all that one sees is a tiny speck of perspective in the larger scheme of things. And each perspective is made alive by the amalgamation of learning. And learning is a mere accumulation of...

I believe that all things happen under the watchful eye of God and the lessons we learn along the way only serve to make us stronger.

Everything bleeds into everything and fiction is just this funny desperate little attempt to staunch the bleeding.

Speculative fiction encompasses that which we could actually do. Sci-fi is that which we’re probably not going to see.

Romantic literature is in effect imaginative lying.

Stacy smiled proudly and he filed the image of her sweet face in the section of his heart he shared with no one else ~ Brian, Song of the Snowman”Mom said if you put ears...

The shadow of a character is defined by its maker…while a heroine is personified by its actions and relatability. So writers can create a world with a heroine that has impact and finish with everessence...

A good novel, one which entices the author as much as it beckons the reader.

The destruction of something beautiful can appear so entertaining.

Science fiction is the art of the possible not the impossible.

Fiction writing is art. It therefore, has few mathematical or scientific limits to its evolution. The writer must always push forward, experiment, and strive to reach new levels of storytelling. Good fiction comments on reality,...

I do not know if all cops are poets, but I know that all cops carry guns with triggers.

So now begins the first war with Cordelia’ in which I retreat and thereby teach her to be victorious as she pursues me. I continually fall back, and in this backward movement I teach her...

To read fiction means to play a game by which we give sense to the immensity of things that happened, are happening, or will happen in the actual world. By reading narrative, we escape the...

This is not one of your fictions where people bleed ink.

Is this how humanity waves good-bye?Hell no.

A lie, sometimes, can be truer than the truth, which is why fiction gets written.

Never give up. Dare to Dream. Dare to believe.

Archive material is vital to the writer of historical fiction.

Writing is a solitary business. It’s just you and your characters and a blank page you need to fill.

Your mother won a special reward,” she told me, “because everyone had a head in her pictures. We all applauded.

Was love ever easy for anyone? If less complicated, would this make it less appreciated? Perhaps love was difficult for good reason. Perhaps everything on God’s green earth was the result of a flawless plan,...