I never was very good at acting. I never was very good at playing the role. Because the true pretending can only come off in our genuine awareness of the real. Only those of us...

A wise man does not step betwixt the beast and his meat

There is no doubt fiction makes a better job of the truth.

Income tax returns are the most imaginative fiction being written today.

He wishes he could remember everything. Anything. He doesn’t sense a bone in his body that can feel compassion or worthiness. Self-pity hides away as well, the lowest form of emotion not even capable of...

Adults…struggle desperately with fiction, demanding constantly that it conform to the rules of everyday life. Adults foolishly demand to know how Superman can possibly fly, or how Batman can possibly run a multibillion-dollar business empire...

History is written by the survivors.

When someone cries so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration or knowing that no matter what you can do or attempt to do can change the situation. When you feel...

The only way that America can protect its prosperity and political stability will be to depopulate the Third World? Should we be surprised that the AIDS virus showed up about 1975? Do you understand what...

Hate did not give way to heroism.

Great fiction is the art of a soul.

What came to me later in those dark, dreaming hours put paid to that though and as always my mind led me treacherously back to the bleak and inescapable truth. There was no cure for...

Like I’ve told you before, Beverly, I don’t care where we live as long as we’re together.” Vance… “The Elder Effect

Everyone has a story. I don’t believer anyone can go through life without encountering at least one amazing thing.

I don’t know about you, but I find the idea of a school at night time – imagining the silent classrooms in total darkness and the playgrounds left lonesome and bare – creepily peculiar.

She smiled sinisterly. Light mist started to slowly swirl around us. All I could see was her, the tall rocks and the white wall. She beckoned to me. I took a step and another. I...

Any self-defense class worth its salt will tell you thatyou don’t pull out a weapon unless you intend to use it.The same should apply to ballsy remarks.

Can you imagine how many people got laid in here?” Abby said, walking to the other side of the Jacuzzi.

I would rather avoid disaster than take it out for dinner and a movie. – Chynna Lennox

Love”I’m in love with you,” he said quietly.”Augustus,”I said.”I am,” he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m in love with you, and I’m not...

It’s your destiny to be here, Dana.””Oh really. How nice. Is it Brandon’s destiny to be here too?””Yep.

In the deep Mysteries of the world, their belong time, still unexplored and to be explored.

[Fiction and poetry] are medicines, they’re doses, and they heal the rupture that reality makes on the imagination.

I am serving the purpose for which I was designed, therefore I am satisfied with my existence.

What we say about ourselves is always a form of fiction.

Fiction has to be well researched, properly conceived and logically presented.Reality needs none of the above.

A new age dawns, Uttara. The Wheel of Time has turned. Not too long from now – hopefully in our lifetime – Aryavarta will be a janapada, a realm ruled by its people, the largest...

(From the Author Note at the beginning of the book.) Dorothy L. Sayers used to say that mystery stories were the only moral fiction of the modern world–because in a mystery, you were guaranteed to...

Underwater, bubbles erupted before my eyes as a swift hand snatched my arm and pulled me to the surface. I gasped for air, coughing and gagging at the amount of water I sucked into my...

To see someone you love in so much pain—especially emotional pain that can’t be remedied—was the worst form of torture.

Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures.

I’m angry with myself.

Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth.

In life your rewards come from the gifts you give to others.

Misconceptions about Young Adult fiction aren’t new to fans of the genre. From being dismissed as mindless fluff for ‘Twilight’-obsessed tweens, to constant warnings that the genre is dying, kerfuffles between the media and readers...

The course of the Rhine below Mainz becomes much more picturesque. The river descends rapidly and winds between hills, not high, but steep, and of beautiful forms. We saw many ruined castles standing on the...

The most temptation I’d experienced had been with Tomas, the Senate’s spy who had been feeding off me without permission, and Mircea, who was probably plotting some nefarious scheme. I have no taste in men.

He has the memory of a convict, the balls of a fireman, and the eyesight of a housebreaker. When there is crime to fight, Landsman tears around Sitka like a man with his pant leg...

And your nose is remarkably obvious. As is the rest of your face, young man. As are you. For the sake of all that is holy, empty your mind. Now. You are an empty alleyway....

When you’re used to being in dangerous situations, you develop a sixth sense about your surroundings, about where possible enemies might be lurking, how many steps it will take to reach the next corner on...

Bear with me G-Harrison because this is going to be a long speech. I’ve always had this feeling that the world is not enough and I won’t be happy in life unless I hold hands...

They watch on, evil, incredibly stupid, enjoying my destruction.’Poor Grendel’s had an accident,’ I whisper. ‘So may you all.

In fiction: we find the predictable boring. In real life: we find the unpredictable terrifying.

Tra quei libri polverosi e quei leggii capimmo quanto eravamo fatti l’uno per l’altra. Erano sufficienti uno sguardo, un sorriso, una carezza per capirsi.

Infatuation burns itself out,’ she says. ‘Friendship mixed with old chemistry–that can last a lifetime.

It’s just like an alcoholic to think he’s doing the Zombie Apocalypse wrong.

Editing fiction is like using your fingers to untangle the hair of someone you love.

I heart my job. I get to make things up for a living.

I told you in the course of this paper that Shakespeare had a sister; but do not look for her in Sir Sidney Lee’s life of the poet. She died young–alas, she never wrote a...

as soon as we renounce fiction and illusion, we lose reality itself; the moment we subtract fictions from reality, reality itself loses its discursive-logical consistency.