Life really is a story, and every story comes to an end. At the same time, it seems we all leave in the middle of our own stories. It’s who we become that gives the...

Fiction is art and art is the triumph over chaos… to celebrate a world that lies spread out around us like a bewildering and stupendous dream.

You… are the symbol of the revolution that will transform Aryavarta; you are the one who has brought us to this.– Panchali Draupadi

The pursuit of truth, not of facts, is the business of fiction.

You’ve left me alone to deal with this situation, and now we’re being dealt the consequences.”I swore I heard Tom growl. I actually pulled the phone from my ear to stare at it to make...

And gag you,” Joseph cheerfully reminded them.

Language is music. Written words are musical notation. The music of a piece of fiction establishes the way in which it is to be read, and, in the largest sense, what it means. It is...

Regrets are about decisions that you know you should have done different.

Real life is much stranger than fiction, man.

It kept him alive, he was certain; even more, it kept his darkest of his demons at bay.

It’s considered good sportsmanship not to pick up lost golf balls while they are still rolling.

Fiction should be a place of lollipops and escape. Real life is depressing enough–I, for one, don’t want to read about make believe misery, too.

Being a Dream Girl is never going to be about what you look like or how much you weigh. After all, our physical appearances are just reflections of our inner worlds. What makes you a...

There are people who think that things that happen in fiction do not really happen. These people are wrong.

Well of course, you’ve had that bloody uniform on all day. I was half ready to tell you how much I liked you.

This was a crime of passion, but unlike most crimes of passion, it had been meticulously and diabolically well-planned.

Merdeka!’ the Malay man screamed.’Merdekaaaaaa!’ the sea of people echoed.

The instruction here is not for every kind of writer – not for the writer of nurse books or thrillers or porno or the cheaper sort of sci-fi – though it is true that what...

I’ve written fiction before… I had tried to write stories, almost true stories before, but I never had found a way to do it.

Capital dictates the fate of humanity.

It’s always a mixture of fiction and your own story. It’s more I recreate atmospheres and moods through songs.

When I touched her body,I believed she was God.In the curves of her formI found the birth of Man,the creation of the world,and the origin of all life.

I am the happiest person on this world, who has never seen ups and downs in life. I got whatever I wished for… And I woke up!

My cat mocks me frequently. It’s the universe’s way of keeping me from getting too big of an ego.

The fictive is an emormous territory it turns out, its boundaries vague, and there is little certainty about where it begins and ends.

Valerik spit to one side. “We laugh at religion’s brand of love, forms and rules that keep the poor feeding from the church’s coffers. It is in deed.” “I agree. That kind of love is...

Writing keeps me sane.

His smile is beautiful. It’s the kind of smile that can take away all nervousness and tension in a room, no matter how big. I have no choice but to smile back.

No matter how many romantic poems you recite, no matter how many glorious tales of love you read, how can you really understand the condition if you’ve never found yourself in it?

We have inhabited both the actual and the imaginary realms for a long time. But we don’t live in either place the way our parents or ancestors did. Enchantment alters with age, and with the...

Laughter comes from living.” I shrug, try to sound indifferent. “I’ve never really been alive before.

Sometimes when you get older — and I’m not talking about you, I’m talking generally, because everyone ages differently — things you think on and wish on start to seem real. And then you believe...

I decided to coin the term ‘cosy crime noir’ for Brighton Belle. That is ‘cosy crime’ for today’s sensibilities because there is that slightly edgy element to it.

Miniture protoplasm, the dirty little bastard!

The pleasures of writing correspond exactly to the pleasures of reading

[…] there exists around the written world opened by the work a multitude of other possible worlds, which we can complete by means of our images and our words. Denying oneself this work of completion...

Again Gabe looked back at Michael, hoping he was about to step in, but all he did was give him a nod. A nod? Really? I don’t need a nod. I need someone to stop...

You don’t turn your back on your destiny.

She was waiting, but she didn’t know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.

But please remember: this is only a work of fiction. The truth, as always, will be far stranger.

Mary approaches her before she is able to reach her station. “Hello Lily. Get anything special for Christmas?””Just the usual.” She answers. “Shattered dreams.

For however inhospitable the wind, from this vantage point Manhattan was simply so improbable, so wonderful, so obviously full of promise – that you wanted to approach it for the rest of your life without...

When all the details fit in perfectly, something is probably wrong with the story.

If the world explore all my dark fantasy, will change for the better”.

No matter how many miles I move away, my love will always remain within the boundary of your heartLines from Love Vs Destiny…

The book was blunt and had an honesty about it, whereas the movie was just a beautiful lie.

Light or Death!

I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows.

Dead. Supposedly Suicide. That’s how they’ll kill Michael too. Make it look like a suicide or an accident of some sort.

It’s only artists who know how to use their eyes