Not really hungry.””She’ll eat.” Pritkin said curtly.”I said —””If you starve to death it would damage my professional reputation.””I eat plenty.””The same does not apply should I strangle you in understandable irritation, however.””I’ll have a...

The problem with thinking up a new and original idea within a novel is that you have to make sure that Kurt Vonnegut did not already think of it.

Life is always going to be stranger than fiction, because fiction has to be convincing, and life doesn’t.

Never run upstairs when someone’s chasing you. Don’t try to quick-draw a man who already has his gun out. Never light a match in the dark in a strange building. Half of staying safe is...

There is no longer any such thing as fiction or nonfiction; there’s only narrative.

Prayer or not, I want to believe that, despite all evidence to the contrary, it is possible for anyone to find that one special person. That person to spend Christmas with or grow old with...

She’s dead. So is your fat pansy. You can be dead, too, if you want.

Fiction is only fiction because it is yet to be proven.

For her and Nurul merely to share a meal cooked in their own kitchen was a triumph; to wake up together each morning a luxury.

Smiling, I cut across the quadrangle toward the commons. I felt better about life than I had in a very long time. We could do this, Lissa and me. We could do this together.

Literature takes us away from our grey everyday experience, but brings us back enriched with new sensibilities.

People should know better than to be an ass in front of writers. We immortalize things. Lots of things. And we take liberties with character descriptions.

How is it possible you have caught me off guard, he seemed to ask. Exactly where have I miscalculated the velocities, how have I misjudged the vectors?

…required for good fiction: character, conflict, change through time. And if you’re really blessed, you get resolution. But life doesn’t usually work out that way.

The nation has been turned upside down and inside out. The country that was once discovered by people seeking religious freedom is now oppressing religious rights. It has been a slow train rumbling down the...

The future is there,” Cayce hears herself say, “looking back at us. Trying to make sense of the fiction we will have become. And from where they are, the past behind us will look nothing...

Before we go on from here, I just want to say,” he paused and took a step closer to me and reached his hand out to my heart. “What I should have said back on...

That was a stupid idea I made up while drunk. Why did someone build that?

He pries me from his chest and drops his hand from the back of my head, tracing my ear, along my jawline. He snatches his fingers a moment before they press into my lip.

We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog because we see ourselves in them.

I am a storyteller, not a historian, and it’s my ambition to create something compelling – something unputdownable and riveting – that chimes with the real history but is, in fact, fiction.

Anyone could be anybody. (Eric)

They like it here. There’s a poet, a couple of novelists, an opera librettist, an essay writer . . . . They don’t usually make much trouble.

It is a fiction that [Fifth Street] is a four-lane street. It’s a two-lane street with two left-turn lanes.

Siempre hay algo que se aprende, siempre se aprende algo importante

American houses…’ she said, peering over her right shoulder and down the street. ‘They always seem to believe that nobody ever loses anything, has lost anything. I find that very sad. Do you know what...

I had finally become aware of how much I was capable of, how little I had to lose, and how deep into Douglas’s soft sand I had sunk. Magellan’s letters, which Douglas had recited, had...

Karl Marx: “Religion is the opiate of the masses.”Carrie Fisher: “I did masses of opiates religiously.

Fiction just makes it all more interesting. Truth is so boring.

The Witcher had a knife to his throat. He was wallowing in a wooden tub, brimfull with soapsuds, his head thrown agains the slippery rim. The bitter taste of soap lingered in his mouth as...

These paintings say Mexico is an ancient thing that will still go on forever telling its own story in slabs of color leaves and fruits and proud naked Indians in a history without shame. Their...

That’s the thing about fiction, that you live in it totally for a little while, but you must forget it, sometimes totally forget it, in order to go about the rest of your day.

First time I ever put pen to paper, I had one goal – to build something no one had ever thought of before.

A wounded animal yet bears teeth

It’s fun to tease people about where fiction and life intersect.

Kuandika hadithi ni kitu kimoja. Kuweka kanuni za fasihi katika hadithi ni kitu kingine.

I held a brief debate with myself as to whether I should change my ordinary attire for something smarter. At last I concluded it would be a waste of labour. “Doubtless,” though I, “she is...

There is absolutely everything in great fiction but a clear answer.

The sea in all its vastness is its own, real world. Man is nature’s sci-fi.

Riza: Without his Alchemy he’s just…Jean: A little brat who swears a lotMaes: An arrogant pipsqueakRoy: Useless. Just uselessAlphonse: Sorry big brother, I don’t know how to add to that…Ed *starts to cry*: YOU’RE ALL...

It doesn’t matter what other people think when you’re right – John Cleaver

WEST SALEM ~ October 2011A sudden vision, fraught with malevolence and darkness, obscured her sight. The face of a menacing figure turned from the shadows of his grisly handiwork and stared at Sorcha.Her muscles tensed....

At the Beginning there was Incomplete information,then belief and then an abstract idea but if you reach Pure reasoning then you start to understand the dualities of life itself.The sunset,the sunrise;A star from approximately 93...

Dream big!

In Woolrich’s crime fiction there is a gradual development from pulp to noir. The earlier a story, the more likely it stresses pulp elements: one-dimensional macho protagonists, preposterous methods of murder, hordes of cardboard gangsters,...

I love the newspaper. I love reading fiction.

Meredith immersed herself in the novels. For some reason, fiction hit on the meaning of life so much more concisely than real life itself did.

Before he went away, he had heard all about the self-made girl, and there was something in the picture that strongly impressed him. She was possible doutbless only in America; American life had smoothed the...

Dies iral, dies illaSolvet Saeclum in FavillaTeste David cum SilyllaThat Day of Wrath, that day of burningSeer and Sibly speak concerningAll the world to ashes turning

Is there a house up there? You’re not a sylph or something that really does live wild, are you?