To be inspired is great, but to inspire is an honor.

He was tender with her. He wiped her eyelids with his handkerchief, not noticing how soiled it was. It was stained with ink, crumpled, stuck together. Her lids were large and tender and the handkerchief...

Believe in the magic

Rogerson,” I asked him sweetly as we sat watching a video in the pool house, “where would I find the pelagic zone?””In the open sea,” he said. “Now shut up and eat your Junior Mints.

When he spoke of love, it was in the manner of someone who can recite a phrase in a foreign language but has no idea what it means. He only knows that it sounds pretty.

They ordered punch. They drank it. It was hot rum punch. The pen falters when it attempts to treat of the excellence thereof; the sober vocabulary, the sparse epithet of this narrative, are inadequate to...

The neurotic is nailed to the cross of his fiction.

It’s 1am, I have fiction to write!

Have a smile on your face for everyone you meet, and a plan to kill them.

I read nonfiction.”She reared back as if offended.

Every song I write, even if it’s fiction, I have to draw from something in my life to connect it with before it rings true, … Early on in my career, I had points where...

Perhaps the critics are right: this generation may not produce literature equal to that of any past generation–who cares? The writer will be dead before anyone can judge him–but he must go on writing, reflecting...

I have read that long ago there was a land of glass castles that sank beneath the sea. It was not called Atlantis, but Lyonesse. This happened before history and across the ocean, but when...

There’s no other possible explanation!” -Alex Bailey, The Land of Stories; The Wishing Spell

I had evolved a year too soon, and it nearly broke me

Do not mess with this man’s threads!

Everything we know and believe about deity and divinity nowadays, is a direct origin of old civilizations. Everybody, Greeks, Saxons, Assyrians and Soumerians, all imitate the ancient ways of the first tribes of central Africa...

Atmosphere, not action, is the great desideratum of weird fiction. Indeed, all that a wonder story can ever be is a vivid picture of a certain type of human mood. The moment it tries to...

I have more freedom when I write fiction, but my memoirs have had a much stronger impact on my readers. Somehow the ‘message,’ even if I am not even aware that there is one, is...

is present the truth as fiction.

Help me give up my addiction to Hope.

We can’t change the world by shouting, but our words can have meaning if we give them enough respect.

Fiction—good fiction, anyway—is dream made flesh, given purpose and drive, and set on a quest to show us the best in us and to give us the power and the tools to dream beyond reality’s...

May was the best person I ever knew…. She understood people and she let them be whatever way they needed to be. She had faith in every single person she ever met, and this never...

There wasn’t a shed of doubt in her mind that he’d fulfill her every sexual fantasy and them some.But was a brief, hot affair worth losing his friendship?

Why should I be annoyed? Someone only filled the castle with rotten aspic, and deafened everyone in Porthaven, and scared Calcifer to a cinder, and broke a few hundred hearts. Why should that annoy me?

But man is a fickle and disreputable creature and perhaps, like a chess-player, is interested in the process of attaining his goal rather than the goal itself.

Although nobody could ever know about our friendship, that wasn’t going to stop us from being together.

The moderns say we must not punish heretics. My only doubt is whether we have the right to punish anybody else.

Thomas tilted his head towards me. “Don’t mind him, he’s drunk.””Does he work for you?” I asked him. “Who, Rick? No no no. Really though, he’s a fine gentleman, if you speak to him while...

How flat all sounds are at the seaside, flat and yet emphatic, like the sound of gunshots heard at a distance.

I find in most novels no imagination at all. They seem to think the highest form of the novel is to write about marriage, because that’s the most important thing there is for middle-class people.

Truly, it is in loss that we learn a thing’s true value.

[M]ay not literature (and, in particular, fiction) be considered a desperate and permanently thwarted effort to produce a unique form of expression? Something like a cry, perhaps, a cry that, somehow, inexplicably contains all the...

One doesn’t intentionally to alter the truth, just enhance it and make it more memorable.

They say it came first from Africa, carried in the screams of the enslaved; that it was the death bane of the Thainos, uttered just as one world perished and another began; that it was...

There is no fact which is not at least part fiction.

Look how we have made our broken hearts soar.

There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.

Friendship isn’t always sunnyside up.

A fear of the unknown: what was that called?Worse yet: a fear of the known.

A part of me sought the light in all the people I knew, but with the Shadows, it was like bringing them back from a subterfuge comma. Literally tearing the veil of blackness down and...

Then the sun came up and shook the night chill out of the air the way you’d shake a rug.

The pure perfect truth of life is that we are here to create heaven on earth, to bring the perfection of what is above down to us, and in doing so to become transformed as...

Aging and the prospect of dying by no means enhance the attractiveness of fictitious comforts to come in paradise, or the veracity of malicious myths about hellfire and damnation. Fear and feeblemindedness cannot be credibly...

Living is worth the effort if only because without life we could not read or imagine stories.

We need more love, to supersede hatred, —We need more strength, to resist our weaknesses, —We need more inspiration, to lighten up our inner mind. —We need more learning, to erase our ignorance, —We need...

Our aim is to make the world more beautiful than it was when we came into it. It can be done. You can do it–love yourself

You two are bound to one another. You always have been … and you can’t run away from what you are. No matter where you go, your feelings for her are going to follow you.

The only way that you can identify and then fulfill your life’s purpose is for you to love yourself, charge up your life and serve the world.