I was going to paddle barefoot upstream in Yorkshire, I’d wait until at least May before I tried it. But you go ahead, love. You’re clearly a Spartan lass.

In the end, like so many beautiful promises in our lives, that dinner date never came to be.

Where does fiction end and reality begin?

But to be perfectly frank, this childish idea that the author of a novel has some special insight into the characters in the novel…it’s ridiculous. That novel was composed of scratches on a page, dear....

In fiction, the characters have their own lives. They may start as a gloss on the author’s life, but they move on from there. In poetry, especially confessional poetry but in other poetry as well,...

I have been incapable of moving, even a finger or an eye, for at least a year now. I feel relatively certain about this timeframe because I have been watching the crepe myrtle outside the...

I threw my hands on my hips, shocked by the irony. A Mather helping a Greensmith? Hell was freezing over somewhere beneath our feet and every kind of farm animal was sprouting wings to fly.

Entah mengapa, mendadak dia merasa bahwa berkenalan dengan si pemilik nama itu sepertinya akan menyenangkan.

One of the things about writing that inspires–and impresses me, is the music words can make. And, like music, the spaces between the notes can mean as much as the notes themselves. — The Jesus...

Faction is that hybrid of documented fact and novelistic elaboration.

Men like you and I make myths, we weave stories to sanctify the life that has been given to us. But not Govinda. Men like him don’t make myths; they make destiny. – Kshatta Vidur

Agnes always wanted to go out. Out was better than in. In was inside, in was interior, in was introspection.

naked fun time,” which was apparently what Joseph called it. There were some things people should never know, and that was one of them.

And I want J.K. Rowling to keep writing in the Potterverse, but I know that’s never going to happen,” I said blithely.

In its basic form, nursing can be seen as a duty, but beyond the incessant operational activities that lay the foundation of our daily work, the profession is all about grace. Helping people is a...

A short story is a writer’s way of thinking through experience… Journalism aims at accuracy, but fiction’s aim is truth. The writer distorts reality in the interest of a larger truth.

Truth is more peculiar than fiction. Life is really a startling place.

In Land of Milk and Money, Anthony Barcellos mines rich family history to create a full-blooded tale that readers will find insightful, rewarding, and entertaining.

Now, then, that is the tale. Some of it is true.

I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my...

If I’d had enough breath, I would have screamed, both at the sensation and at the sheer pettiness of the bastard who wouldn’t allow me even a tiny chance of escape.

Oh dios mio, she makes me burn, she makes me need. She is etching herself into mi alma

After killing the red-haired man, I took myself off to Quinn’s for an oyster supper.

Bergé’s yelling had attracted the attention of everyone in the Kibati hall: champagne flutes stopped halfway to heavily painted lips, eyes widened, massive diamonds groaned scornfully in their settings. It was a stationary riot.

Nonsense, this is my home and I must defend it. It’s time for Santa to get serious.

As in the universe every atom has an effect, however minuscule, on every other atom, so that to pinch the fabric of Time and Space at any point is to shake the whole length and...

Anyone who met him today would say, *Soldier. Fighter.* They would want him on their team. As a mother she was willing to engage in pride over fear and to admit the possibility that his...

Una forma d’amore pura, armoniosa e assolutamente perfetta. Una forma d’amore nella quale il rosso della passione combaciava e si respingeva, allo stesso tempo, col nero del peccato.

The air between them began to settle into a silence. Awkward, yet softly exciting. Like an unexpected snow day.

They are my men and this ship my responsibility. I vowed no woman would ever alter my path. Yet I kept them from ending you, and it makes me sick to the gut, for I...

Justice will prevail!

The morning was brisk and the coffee was hot and roasted with little gurgles in the room. Rosie hadn’t moved, but she let out a tiny snore every now and again that made everything perfect.

Mistakes? That’s why they put erasers on pencils.

messiah” from his mission. If the Ballister acquisition was Norm’s cross, as everyone seems to think it was, then it was Norm who chose to bear that cross. And pride that nailed him to it.

Don’t push me, I’m hormonal.”I’m not really a lousy detective, just rough around the edges.

Entering the foyer, Royale already decided that he would thank Shake once more for being by his side at Keena’s recital. But she stunned him by eagerly waiting for him just like old times—on her...

The Man in Black fled across the desert, and the Gunslinger followed

Fiction is just that–fiction. Yes, it is serious business, but it should also be taken for face value. It’s entertainment. It’s escapism. It’s 365 pages of relaxation.

That’s what fiction is for. It’s for getting at the truth when the truth isn’t sufficient for the truth.

If you act for self-gain then no good can come of it. If you act selflessly, then you act well for all and you must not be afraid.

Books have a vital place in our culture. They are the source of ideas, of stories that engage and stretch the imagination and most importantly, inspire.

[Nathan] wasn’t blindly obsessed with a possession. He wasn’t crazy. He was a hero–a father who’d risked his life to rescue his son.

A good book isn’t written, it’s rewritten.

A tightrope walker uncertain if he could make it to the other side probably would not. A race car driver wondering if he was taking a turn too fast was likely to lose control. If...

I know have lived, so many times, that the only thing I have left to remember is my writing, cause every single moment in life it’s already written.

Halfway to the house Stan stopped and turned to Jane. He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her toward him.”I’m glad we’re going steady,” he whispered.”So am I.”In spite of the reassuring weight...

For a long time, Maurice rubbed his shaved head in his palm, until at last he looked up at his student. “Teo, I think you have to let Deu be the God he is, not...

As every reader knows in his or her heart, there is much more to truth than mere fact.

I read the same amount of nonfiction and fiction.

He had a bad habit of initially zeroing in on one or two things he liked about every new girl he found himself interested in, as if to justify his attraction.