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.

The human condition is such that we can only stomach so much imagination. We need for things to be labeled either fiction or nonfiction. There is no section in between.

People say I talk slowly. I talk in a way sometimes called laconic. The phone rings, I answer, and people ask if they’ve woken me up. I lose my way in the middle of sentences,...

As a fiction writer, let me make it up, and let me make it up to you. I’ll pen our love story, if you’ll be my co-author.

Once upon a time there was a young lady who lived in a marsh, and her name was Poison.

La vie ressemble plus souvent à un roman qu’un roman ne ressemble à la vie.”(“Life resembles a novel more often than novels resemble life.”)

I told you; I am Arianna, the Siren, your Guardian, and how is a Guardian supposed to do her job if she is clueless about the Guardianee?

A steel door clapped open as a guard stepped from the bulletproof viewing station across the hall. “Adams!” “That you?” “I told you, I don’t know-” The cop pointed straight at him. “Jeffrey Adams! Front...

Life is a bowl of cherries just make sure you spit out the pits

One of the West’s singular migrations–from the Azores to California’s Great Central Valley–is given faces and voices in Anthony Barcellos’s new novel, Land of Milk and Money. Along with its triumphs, the Francisco family embodies...

I guess you could say I’m allergic to sunlight. If I’m exposed to it, it could kill me.

The Female Orgasm. The Big O. That elusive, reclusive Loch Ness of the labia. Does it prove the existence of God, or just His twisted sense of humor?

That’s sounds right. Another $5,000 went to dress up the Little League park where he had played so many games. Seems like he paid off the MORTAGE on his parents’ home, which wasn’t that much.

Nowadays people talk about the things he did as though they made sense. As though even his most disastrous mistakes were only the result of bad luck or hubris.

I think the category between fiction and non-fiction is nothing. The poetry of non-fiction is as fabulous as any poetry you could ever write in fiction. Poets have greatly influenced me. The only difference between...

You’re safe now. Remember that. Believe that.

É preciso que a realidade em mim seja já pura invenção para que eu a reconstrua, para que eu a cante.

Maybe that was the best part. The beautiful peace that came with living her own story, knowing every turn of the page and tug of the heart was a new beginning.