It is ourselves we encounter whenever we invent fictions.

It was a strange feeling, like touching a void.

Kate stops grinding the knife and begins to pass it over the length of the stone. Turning her wrist, she pulls the blade, swiping one side after the other, honing it to a fine edge....

…there are books…which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.

I want art that makes the world seem more unreal. I want fiction that can crumble the world and build it back into something new.

Outside of the usual bar or nightclub, it’s not every day that I get a drink bought for me-at least not by strangers and certainly not on a workday. On that Saturday, in September 2010,...

I like science fiction and I read it a lot – if I were a collector, I would bid for his works,

Aku mencintainya tanpa diketahui.Aku mencintainya dalam diam.Aku mencintainya dalam satu sudut pandang.Aku mencintainya di satu sisi.Ya, aku percaya.Jika takdirku adalah dirimu,kau akan memilihku. Nanti.

I am going to show you great and mighty things which no one has ever seen before…. I am going to take you places where no one has ever been. I am going to take...

I heard from clear across the city, over the Hudson in the Jersey yards, one fierce whistle of a locomotive which took me to a train late at night hurling through the middle of the...

Without love, we would not comprehend compassion.- Govinda Shauri

All novels . . . are concerned with the enigma of the self. As soon as you create an imaginary being, a character, you are automatically confronted by the question: what is the self? How...

Okay, I deserved that,” I admitted.

Death was a leech; no matter which side of the spectrum you were on, either dead or alive, it fed. It either acquired your soul or devoured all your joyful emotions.

So. If this was some normal fictional young-adult book, this is the part of the story where after the film, the entire high school would rise to their feet and applaud, and Earl and I...

Go ahead, Josh. I’m listening now.”I could feel the cold emanating from her and flowing in my direction. Ithad been this way for a while I just didn’t want to see it.Danny and Josh looked...

No matter how ephemeral it is, a novel is something, while despair is nothing.

Characters are just extensions of my madness.

The difference between nonfiction and fiction is that fiction must be absolutely believable.

Observando a mi alrededor y escuchando a mis vecinos jamás pude oír hablar de un ser semejante a mí. ,Era, por lo tanto, un monstruo, una criatura de la que todos se alejarían con repugnancia...

It’s about time! It’s supposed to be a ritual, not a marathon.

It’d been a long time since they’d been together, but as close as they were physically, they’d never been so far apart in every other way.

She suddenly felt herself gasping for air, as if she’d momentarily forgotten how to breathe. She rocked back in her chair and nearly fell over, then slumped against the green-covered table. The bowl fell from...

It wasn’t playing both sides of the fence – it was betting against yourself but still playing to win – and it encapsulated everything absurd and paradoxical that I loved about the French.

Yeah, tell me I’m a bottle of single malt scotch, she thought. That’s the way to my heart.

A related question is where in time to begin. Should you begin far back in a character’s past and move forward, or should you begin in the present and make use of flashbacks only where...

There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies – which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world – what I want to forget.

Amelia nodded her head, “That makes perfect sense.””No is doesn’t,” jeered Otto.”Yes, it does,” sighed Amelia. “Don’t you ever remember anything important?””Of course, I remember how many Star Trek seasons there were and when the...

The truth is, time marches on and you have two choices: You move forward, come what may, and you experience all the sour and sweet things that fly at you from around corners, or you...

Cery: So, Hem, tell me why I shouldn’t see how many holes I need to make before you start leaking money?

An eye for an eye my friend.

Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor.

My great-great grandfather and I were the best of friends, although we never met

staying focused.” Right! My pants are on fire, and she’s handing me a crash course in Psych 101!

These short stories are vast structures existing mostly in the subconscious of our cultural history. They will live with the reader long after the words have been translated into ideas and dreams. That’s because a...

There were no absolutes in fiction, no certain way to deliver what was needed. So it was no surprise most technical writers considered novel-writing a gateway to madness.

Not that length and weight alone indicate excellence; many epic tales are pretty much epic crap.

I think it’s Jerry’s masterful fiction writing.

What stories can do, I guess, is make things present.I can look at things I never looked at. I can attach faces to grief and love and pity and God. I can be brave. I...

A smart person is not one that knows the answers, but one who knows where to find them…

People make interesting assumptions about the profession. The writer is a mysterious figure, wandering lonely as a cloud, fired by inspiration, or perhaps a cocktail or two.

We’re all prostitutes sir we’re all selling ourselves for something

A masterpiece of fiction is an original world and as such is not likely to fit the world of the reader.

On occasion we stumble upon what seems to be a truth. Compared to the surrounding blackness, it sparkles and dazzles our eyes. But are these actually truths? Are our eyes really feasting upon light? Or...

Nanny Ogg was an attractive lady, which is not the same as being beautiful. She fascinated Casanunda. She was an incredibly comfortable person to be around, partly because she had a mind so broad it...

It’s not really science-fiction, … It’s the world 30 years from now, [a time] in which for 18 years no human child has been born, for unknown reasons. Civilizations are falling apart. England is the...

If it ran, a Bean would eat it. If it fell, a Bean would eat it.

Once evil is individualized, becoming part of everyday life, the way of resisting it also becomes individual. How does the soul survive? is the essential question. And the response is: through love and imagination.

The Gates of Heaven and the Gates of Hell are the same gates. It just depends which side you’re standing on when you walk through.

If his relative success hadn’t made him happy, it had, on average, made him less unhappy.