Don’t wake up,” he said.

I was just about to pull out the gun for you to play single-player Russian Roulette.

That’ll teach me to start off a conversation with a demand,” I grumbled.

I loved the feeling of finally falling in love to someone who would love me back.

She puts her hands on either side of my face, and the room falls away. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before. And then, the space between us explodes. My heart keeps...

Do not sing me back to shore! Not until you are standing on two feet!

I actually felt awed by the remote possibilities of the person you liked ever liking you back a corresponding amount.

Suddenly, a voice called from the darkness. Taylor leapt like a salmon, then became rooted to the spot like a tin of salmon.

A daughter, a wife, a grandson,’ You could say this place took away all I had. I could easily appear to be one of those unfortunate white men you hear about, who thought too lovingly...

Even if we try to conform to ideals and strive for perfection, we will always be pulled back to our core identity because it’s the path of least resistance for our souls – an energy...

Fiction can show you a different world. It can take you somewhere you’ve never been. Once you’ve visited other worlds, like those who ate fairy fruit, you can never be entirely content with the world...

He was a peculiar sight. Tears rolling down his face, shouting to drown the sound of the singing rabbit; he said he needed help, pointed to a chicken, handed over some money, grabbed his parcel...

The wind blowing through the cracks in the walls was fitting for this isolated and lonely place.

We were like wanderers in a desert, blessed with a rare downpour, but unable to store the rain.

I like to take certain aspects of genre fiction and modify them in my own way. ‘Your Republic Is Calling You’ follows the form of a spy novel, but it leads readers into a world...

Outside the Bar Del Prado, night was coming on like a hopeless, drunken come-on, tequila on its breath, red neon signs and, outside the shops, strings of colored Christmas lights hung from the eaves like...

Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. “I’m Tally Youngblood,” she said. “make me pretty.

Literature is the real life of imaginary people.

To write your dreams of fantasy, is to create fantasy in another’s dreams

Fiction doesn’t tell us something we don’t know, it tells us something we know but don’t know that we know.

You aren’t the only pilot I have in my service. And you aren’t the only person with a dark past, though the illegal things that you did, you were forced to do by the Core....

The kind of fiction I’m trying to write is about telling the truth.

Remember that human wisdom is madness in the eyes of God. But if we listen to the child who lives in our soul, our eyes will grow bright

Wawashkeshthese apples arefor you,red on the whitesnow,their cider tangwill find youin the gray woods.There is a storyhow a snakeoffered an apple,so sweet, so cold,those bite wassorrow.–excerpt from Eric Gadzinski’s poem “Wawashkeshgiwis” from The Way North

The northern star changes its position every ten thousand years, but friendships can last for all eternity.— RJPeters

Pluto claimed that in ancient times, all humans had been a combination of male and female. Each person had two heads, four arms, four legs. Supposedly, these combo-humans had been so powerful they made the...

No,” she breathes. The smell of her turns to spice, sharp and warm, and I know I’m sensing her now, even through the block in the house.We stand like that for an eternity, still as...

For it is probable that when people talk aloud, the selves (of which there may be more than two thousand) are conscious of disserverment, and are trying to communicate but when communication is established there...

The door wasn’t closing. Shiloh’s spirit opened up as she considered the possibilities.

Identity was everything, but it seemed I never had one. (Jessica)

I never look at a painting and ask, “Is this painting fictional or non-fictional?” It’s just a painting.

In writing, there is art. And in art, there is craft …

You asked why the rate hate Overlanders so deeply. It is because they know one will be the warrior of the prophecy,” said Vikus.”Oh, I see,” said Gregor. “So, when’s he coming?”Vikus fixed his eyes...

To give herself a measure of credible autonomy, she had decided to invent a husband. Then, in a subsequent flash of inspiration, she had just as quickly killed him off.

Writing fiction is a way of expressing feelings and revealing a certain truth about life, goals, dreams and desires.

When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go, you’re with me always.

I am certain that a novelist is someone who attributes a different reality-value to the characters and events of his story than to those of ‘real’ life. A novelist is someone who confuses his own...

Mer—mermaids. There are fish with women’s bodies or—women with fish bodies sitting upon the rocks. I—I never knew…

Without stories, we’d have even more trouble recognizing what’s real.

Birine aşık olunca, ömrün boyunca onu aramışsın da sonunda bulmuşsun gibi, geçmişini tekrar kurgularsın. Basit tesadüfler aşkın ilahi gücünün işareti olur çıkar. Şimdi buraya yazınca bak ne kadar gülünç olacak: Lise sonda aşık olduğum kızın...

All the clues are there in front of us,hidden under a veil,we cannot get the clue by searching for,we have to search for the veil instead.

From a distance,’ he says, ‘my car looks just like every other car on the freeway, and Sarah Byrnes looks just like the rest of us. And if she’s going to get help, she’ll get...

Fiction in general holds little interest for me. Novels, in particular, arouse more suspicion than intrigue. It truly baffles me that any practitioner of make-believe should (especially in this day and age) feel the need...

He takes two steps back. Closer to the portal.I can’t stop myself. “Ben,” I call. And I’m not even embarrassed about how helpless my voice sounds.Don’t go.”I’ll come back for you.” He takes another step...

You’re only young once, but you can be immature forever

It’s fiction, the improbable is very probable in my worlds

I have been…To every depth of my heartTo every height of my mindTo every extent of my worldI see only one nameIt’s yours…

I find the title How to Be Good. Curious, I open it up. I’m disappointed to find it’s fiction.

They placed their bets with such self righteous bravado, but I’m the one who lost.

While parchment may burn and gold may be stained or melted down, the things that are truly important to us will never lose their value.