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.

The simple truth is that the truth does not exist; it all depends on a person’s point of view.

Death. It was something I had to think about once. Weird, right? Strange that death was ever an inevitable end, but it wasn’t anymore. Not really. I eluded it. Tricked it. It was an odd...

Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” I said cheerfully, getting in touch with my inner smartass.

Non mi resta che un giorno di vita, dopo averne sottratti quindicimila alla morte, me ne resta appena un altro ancora. Al massimo due

Not a word!”I stormed out of the bathroom and that was the end of thatconversation

Do You Believe?

In the end, fiction is the craft of telling truth through lies.

I don’t know about you, but I practice a disorganized religion. I belong to an unholy disorder. We call ourselves “Our Lady of the Perpetual Astonishment

As a historian, I found myself all too often treating my historical subjects like fictional characters, malleable entities that could be made to do one thing or another, whose motivations could be speculated upon endlessly,...

Great. I’d been dumped in Hell’s waiting room.

Other than along certain emotional tangents there was little in the book that felt as if it had actually been lived. It was a fiction produced by someone who knew only fictions, The Tempest as...

I had forgotten what fiction was to me as a boy, forgotten what it was like in the library: fiction was an escape from the intolerable, a doorway into impossibly hospitable worlds where things had...

The French have a penchant for absolutism, for thinking that things are all one way or all another, which is why their politics are marked by a general inability to compromise and why they tend...

Before the next minute had passed, they had all fallen to the ground. Just like that. As though someone had reached inside and turned off a switch.”What happened?” Matt asked, gasping.I went from one person...

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There’s no getting over...

Two hours of writing fiction leaves this writer completely drained. For those two hours he has been in a different place with totally different people.

All humans are insane, they exists because insanity exists.

Brian organised for the body to be flown back.

Longing surged up within me. I wanted it. Oh God, I wanted it. I didn’t want to hear Jerome chastise me for my “all lowlifes, all the time” seduction policy. I wanted to come home...

My mind skidded round a very short track and passed the finish line in a matter of seconds without any sensible conclusion.

Try to find pleasure in the speed that you’re not used to. Changing the way you do routine things allows a new person to grow inside of you. But when all is said and done,...

What you believe determines the way you feel and act… but it doesn’t change the truth.

Revenge is the sweetest of all human experiences, its sweetness stays forver. Page 41. THE SCALPEL – GAME BENEATH (

When I began to write fiction that I knew would be published as science fiction, [and] part of what I brought to it was the critical knowledge that science fiction was always about the period...

Bad writing is more than a matter of shit syntax and faulty observation; bad writing usually arises from a stubborn refusal to tell stories about what people actually do― to face the fact, let us...

High in the hazy sky, the snowfkakes looked tiny and all alike, but as they drifted past the narrow window of the sewing room, all were unique – long or round or triangular – as...

You know there’s this gaping space between us, and if I leaned forward I’d grab Dex’s shirt without ever touching him. You know there’s a three-inch-thick glass wall separating us.Now we know, too.

I stole you, among others, from the streets of God’s birthplace. I forced you to work as a slave. Imprisoned, mistreated and starved you and your companion. To top it off, I am in the...

I’ve always felt that good writing does not have to be literary.

I didn’t even have a name for her, shade or human, but I didn’t need one to know her. (Eric)

Over the years I have forged intimate familial ties with these characters, who are reflections of a portion of myself. Consequently, even a character who appeared only once in a short story waits now in...

All stories have a curious and even dangerous power. They are manifestations of truth — yours and mine. And truth is all at once the most wonderful yet terrifying thing in the world, which makes...

It would be easier to write a novel without reader input, but I feel the fiction is richer for it.

I have always held the old-fashioned opinion that the primary object of work of fiction should be to tell a story.

All the real secrets are buried, and only ghosts speak the truth.

What are you doing with all these books?” I asked, stepping towards a tall stack on the floor. I ran my fingers down the spines, recognizing a few familiar titles from School: Heart of Darkness,...

Fiction can do more than entertain you; it can change you

A small white rabbit with floppy ears and a twitching pink nose bounded out from the thick forest brush. Fingers twitching at his side, James stepped toward the small animal, a nervous giddiness creeping up...

There’s so much to learn. So much to enjoy. So terribly much to be curious about. Take your life and run with it. Make a habit of being alive. This much of anything, I have...

When writing fiction, you learn to only put things and characters in, that are going to progress your story. There is something to be learned about that approach in real life

Cinta hanyalah sebuah cerita yang mencoba membahagiakan para tokoh tanpa tahu ending-nya bagaimana.

Arvid se levantó para irse. —¡No, siéntate! –¡siéntate!, ¡siéntate!—. Si hubiera habido algún perro presente, éste se hubiera sentado de inmediato”.

With every fall of the sun and rise of the moon, I can hear it. The Prophecy. It echoes through the halls of time. It is written on the surface of every star. Even the...

It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.

She was like a landscape you see from the train, and you want to stop just there.

There is no excuse for anyone to write fiction for public consumption unless he has been called to do so by the presence of a gift. It is the nature of fiction not to be...

A human lifeIs the time that happenswhileThe Earth takes a breakFor you to livebetweenInhaling and exhaling your soulfrom the un-endless spaceNamed infinity

I likes me some ‘Shit Blows Up’ fiction, don’t get me wrong.