I’m scared to fall asleep. I don’t want to see it…

Fate was a reality, but it wasn’t a beautiful or angelic thing. It was a heart-wrenching nightmare. And we’d fallen blindly into it. We had no escape. It was happening, and it was up to...

Sisyphus, I. I cling to my rock, you don’t have to chain me. Stand back! I roll it up—up, up. And … down we go. I knew that would happen. See, I’m on my feet...

People vote for whom they believe will be the best president and representative for our country. The First Lady is not on the ballot.

Peeta opens his mouth for the first bite without hesitation. He swallows, then frowns slightly. “They’re very sweet.””Yes they’re sugar berries. My mother makes jam from them. Haven’t you’ve ever had them before?” I say,...

It’s best not to get settled on things being a certain way, I realized. Life had a funny way if interrupting your plans.

With literary biographies, you’re either shelved with other biographies or next to your subject’s fiction.

Oh I’m sure you’re right,” Auntie said. “Probably she’s just as you say. But she looks to me like a very clever girl, and adaptable; you can see that from the shape of her ears.

If he’s like any other man I’ve ever met, it’s not my smile he’s going to be looking at.

Surely, she was too young to have so many ghosts.

In darkness there is death.

Any capitalist . . . who had made sixty thousand pounds out of sixpence, always professed to wonder why the sixty thousand nearest Hands didn’t each make sixty thousand pounds out of sixpence, and more...

I beam back at her. Fuck the surgery, fuck the kids, fuck the men in our lives or no longer in our lives. This is sweet. When she catches up with me, I say, How...

Sex was the main component of her thoughts now. But love – and her desperate longing for it – had vanished from her heart like a migraine after a painkiller.

Fiction is life with the dull bits left out.

We built that Wendy House our own selves, for Wendy! And you can’t keep a Wendy out of her own Wendy House!

Granted, there is always much that is hidden, and we must not forget that the writing of history – however dryly it is done and however sincere the desire for objectivity – remains literature. History’s...

We are all roamers of vast spaces and travelers in many ages.

Such are contrasts we see every day in the world. Joy and Sorrow! But Joy is an exile from Heaven who does not remain in any one place. Sorrow is a son of Hell who...

All I’m saying is that there is more to life than the main story. Check out the notes in the margins because maybe they’re even more important.

Hope is something really tough and tenacious you have to give up. It’s an addiction to break.

Fairy tales, fantasy, legend and myth…these stories, and their topics, and the symbolism and interpretation of those topics…these things have always held an inexplicable fascination for me,” she writes. “That fascination is at least in...

Let’s all try to be fearless, sometimes we wish for the most perfect of outcomes and we arrive at the most unforgettable. Life can be scary and leave us hiding, but when we come out...

He told himself she wasn’t really such a bad person, she was just a pest, she was sticky, there was something misplaced in her make-up, something that kept her from fading clear of people when...

I wrote a novel. It’s called ‘The Middlesteins.’ It’s fiction. It’s not a memoir. I’m not a spokesperson.

I believe that only poetry counts … A great novelist is first of all a great poet.

For now the world keeps turning and I keep breathing, in and out, in and out. I breathe in the life that is all around me, in this garden, in this city, in the fields...

Starting now,

Every healthy person at some period must feed on fiction as well as fact; because fact is a thing which the world gives to him, whereas fiction is a thing which he gives to the...

Danilo’s was the kind of place where many drinking men come to hide, be it from their wives, in-laws, their jobs or life in general. it was where men and women can come to drink...

Although our productions have afforded more extensive and unaffected pleasure than those of any other literary corporation in the world, no species of composition has been so much decried. ”And what are you reading, Miss...

I look at the human sciences as poetic sciences in which there is no objectivity, and I see film as not being objective, and cinema verite as a cinema of lies that depends on the...

Give me FICTION, REALITY is OVERRATED!

Enjoy the tiny unexplainable second. You can learn whatever you want.

He had to die someday too. He might do it on sheets with a six-hundred-plus thread count, but he’d die just the same. Death wouldn’t forget about him.

That was the September I cut school six times in my first two weeks. I just couldn’t do school anymore. Something inside wouldn’t let me.

I’ve been working on something that merges rap with classical…. I call it Baby’s Got Bach.

Commentators frequently blame MMORPGs for an increasing sense of isolation modern life. But virtual worlds are less a cause of that isolation than a response to it. Virtual worlds give back what has been scooped...

Perfection irritates as well as it attracts, in fiction as in life.

Seseorang memang harus jadi munafik untuk merelakan orang yang disayanginya pergi.

And I like your laugh, Sabbath; it’s inaudible.

I blinked at him just casually talking about my new sex life with his genie-shiny head, and I knew at any second I would break into hysterics.

A town is a thing like a colonial animal. A town has a nervous system and a head and shoulders and feet. A town is a thing separate from all other towns alike. And a...

The only sweeter than union is reunion.

Hold tight, baby. This is going to feel so good.

Because of literature we can decipher, at least partially, the hieroglyphic that existence tends to be for the great majority of human beings.

When he talked politcis, it was with me, or my sister, pointing a steady and patient finger at us, saying, “I don’t care about left or right. It’s all nonsense. All I ask of you...

I already know about human beings.

I tried to hate you, to forgive you, all just to forget you, but I’m only capable of loving you. You’re tattooed onto my skin, and the more I try to erase you, the deeper...

I never want a girl to lose all hope that her life can’t completely turn around, even if she feels that she is at the edge, standing on one foot, and ready to say goodbye.