when you live outside the law, you have to be flexible

Women and fiction remain, so far as I am concerned, unsolved problems.

He had taken George, my beloved George, from me. And he had taken my other self: Anne.

Everything seemed so unreal—so supernatural—and I had to remind myself that is was. We weren’t human. We never were. (Jessica)

*Story of a Girl By:Sara Zarr*Lexile:760 SRC:12 pts.*Personal Issues*Choice of getting a job to move out*Major Choice*In Process of making it happen*It effects her bother his girlfriend and their baby, because they will move out...

In writing there is art – and in art there is craft …

I just don’t want them to change me, if I’m going to die I still want to be me.

With the Black Company series Glen Cook single-handedly changed the face of fantasy—something a lot of people didn’t notice and maybe still don’t. He brought the story down to a human level, dispensing with the...

Lo! A call for a bloody trial-Retribution should it hail!Whose? you ask,For he that deems it a worthy task!

The trouble with fiction,” said John Rivers, “is that it makes too much sense. Reality never makes sense.

Real life doesn’t grant us many of the more than useful possibilities people can come out with in fiction.

You were dancing with Yuki and I looked at you. And you turned away and held her closer. Why did you do that? If you didn’t want to hurt me, then why?”He looked away, as...

It’s funny, but certain faces seem to go in and out of style. You look at old photographs and everybody has a certain look to them, almost as if they’re related. Look at pictures from...

Really, Beliefs have the power to create and the power to destroy… Human beings have the awesome ability to take any experience of their lives and create a meaning that dis-empowers them or one that...

Motivation is my problem: I’m almost too motivated. I lie awake thinking how Kris would dress for the occasion or why Benjamin would be upset in the field or how the hell Brianna will manage...

There was a feeling on the air like the eve of the end of the world.

They had created themselves together, and they always saw themselves, their youth, their love, their lost youth and lost love, their failures and memories, as a sort of living fiction.

Kanuni za fasihi ndiyo msingi wa maandiko yote ya kitaalamu hapa ulimwenguni. Watu hawana budi kuzifuata kanuni hizo kama wanataka kutumia vipaji vyao katika ngazi ya kimataifa.

In those parts of the world where learning and science has prevailed, miracles have ceased; but in such parts of it as are barbarous and ignorant, miracles are still in vogue; which is of itself...

Great fiction shows us not how to conduct our behavior but how to feel. Eventually, it may show us how to face our feelings and face our actions and to have new inklings about what...

We are drawn uncontrollably to each other and have no power to resist, only the tremendous desire to experience everything in its most intense form.

There are tales that rise like the early sun, breathe, and take on a life of their own. There are ones that flow quietly and effortlessly until time forsakes them, but there are others that...

Sow a thought and reap an action, sow an action and reap a habit, sow a habit and reap a destiny – John Cleaver

War was easy. The hard part was cleaning up afterward.

Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange;Stranger than fiction: if it could be told,How much would novels gain by the exchange!How differently the world would men behold!

There was clairvoyance to their words and a tenderness in their inflections that instilled even in the most cynical of male hearts that faith and fate weren’t just words, they were our guides and as...

I sit here and think, with more than a little astonishment, that I have been writing and publishing Science Fiction now for just three-eighths of a century. This isn’t bad for someone who only admits...

I had a dream about you. We were two lovers disguised as librarians. We met in the non-fiction section, and that’s the truth. Or at least that’s what we told your parents. They didn’t need...

To me, the best, if not the only function of imaginative writing, is to lead the human imagination outward, to take it into the vast external cosmos, and away from all that introversion and introspection,...

I closed my eyes and dived into foreign water.

as if” character of the world, they are actually realer than they appear.

It’s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.

The truth was stranger than the official fiction.

For me, at least, fiction is the only way i can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.

You drink, and your thirst increases,” it says. Time, I’m sure, passed by, but we remained unavailable for comment.

The beer gave Penn a headache immediately; she blinked like a mermaid struck by sunshine.

Reading yourself as a fiction as well as a fact is the only way to keep the narrative open – the only way to stop the story from running away under its own momentum, often...

Jika kita menyukai sesuatu, bagaimanapun keadaannya, kita hanya akan tetap menyukainya. Rasa suka itu tidak akan terpengaruh oleh faktor lain. Suka, ya, suka, dan akan begitu walau dilihat dari sudut pandang mana saja.

It is you I foreknew and have predestined for such a time as this. Just as My heart has so eagerly chosen you, William Ore, you must also choose me.

Everything I know, I know because of love.

Noble though it may be, our way of life is nothing but servitude. It does not take long for servitude to turn to subjugation.– Shikandin Draupada

The trouble with crying over an onion is that once the chopping gets you started and the tears begin to well up, the next thing you know you just can’t stop.

The plot thickens!” Gabby exclaimed for comedic relief.

If this is where you ask me to run around in my birthday suit, I’m not entirely comfortable with that,” I said, smirking.

she should have told me that times slides away on a hillside of lose shale and takes everything in its path-dreams, opportunities, hopes. And youth. It takes that fastest of all.

I’m coming. I’m coming.”I heard his sandals click on the stairs and I waited to see if the mentalimage matched the real one. To my non surprise it did.

You have always known they exist. Everyone feels their presence. Few know the truth. The world of Real Immortals is about to be revealed!

The writing seemed like the books that held it; crumbly and antique and bearing the stink of centuries. Still, it was compelling. His voice was smooth and kind, and once in a while an observation...

I don’t think there’s such a thing as autobiographical fiction. If I say it happened, it happened, even if only in my mind.

Why are you so anxious to destroy in the name of a vulgar, commonplace sense of truth, this reality which comes to birth attracted and formed by the magic of the stage itself, which has...