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.

Nothing makes you think you might need years of therapy like saying the word breasts in front of your mother.

She stared at the faded tile floor before her feet, but knew his every step around her small kitchen. When Martin touched the coffee cup patterned curtains he must assume she’d made, her fingers throbbed....

Ivy turned. ‘He bit you on the neck?’ she said, deadpan serious but for her eyes. ‘Oh, then it’s got to be love. She won’t let me bite her neck.

The commercial work of today is the classics of tomorrow.

I took on a year of reading books for a reason. Because words are witness to life: they record what has happened, and they make it all real. Words create the stories that become history...

Novel is a particular form of narrative./ And narrative is a phenomenon which extends considerably beyond the scope of literature; it is one of the essential constituents of our understanding of reality. From the time...

To get here had been painful, but for once in my life I felt free.

Vampires. Honestly, they’re like children sometimes.

Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.

I prefer fact to fiction.

I think I write fiction for the opportunity to get beyond the limits of my own life.

…progress isn’t necessarily about change but about things turning out as we want them to

All of fiction is truthful. What you create is your own truth and no one can take that away or change it.

There was no starting point for the rebellion, but I could mark an arbitrary one: that a grown-up was someone who, first and foremost, could drink a Coke at whim.

You’re not safe with me.”He cut me off, seeming to growl. “I don’t want to be safe. I want to be with you. You can’t do this alone.

I am a politician which means I am a liar and a crook. When I am not kissing babies I am stealing their lollypops.

Finishing my thoughts aloud meant saying how my dad had passed, and I had failed. How I had smoked joints and lay in bed enabling my hopelessness. I’d been the ugly in my world.

…to use the little kick of energy which opposition supplies to be more vigorously oneself.

Writers of novels live in a strange world where what’s made up is as important as what’s real.

…it’s my job to lead you to success, and, if you fail, it’s because I failed, not you.’” (Spoken by Bracke, told by Eric)

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass...

Only the foolish, blinded by language’s conventions, think of fire as red or gold. Fire is blue at it’s melancholy rim, green in it’s envious heart. It may burn white, or even, in it’s greatest...

Sometimes fiction is more easily understood than true events. Reality is often pathetic.

Dr. Jules Hilbert: Hell Harold, you could just eat nothing but pancakes if you wanted.Harold Crick: What is wrong with you? Hey, I don’t want to eat nothing but pancakes, I want to live! I...

It is said the sesta is one of the only gifts the Europeans brought to South America, but I imagine the Brazilians could have figured out how to sleep in the afternoon without having to...

As readers, we are seldom interested in the fine sentiments of a lesson learnt; we seldom care about the good manners of morals. Repentance puts an end to conversation; forgiveness becomes the stuff of moralistic...

for I determined that if Death came he should find me ready

Only death can finish the fight, everything else only interrupts the fighting.

You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.

Get lost in a story, in a dream fantasy…

I like to discover something new each day, to interpret the world in a way others might not, like a child might approach new experiences.

Books are an extension of our imagination

Andrew Lloyd Webber’s version of the Kool-Aid jingle is at once chilling and evocative. Donny Osmond is brilliant as James Jones.

Diable!” They were hurling these words at Moreau like stones.

Moreover, it is not just that the early documents are silent about so much of Jesus that came to be recorded in the gospels, but that they view him in a substantially different way —...