Why should I want to make anything up? Life’s bad enough as it is without wanting to invent any more of it.

The festive music died down and the granite pillars were replaced with rotted wooden beams as he continued down the alleyways. The scent of fresh flowers turned to mold, and the colorful mosiacs of honor...

I remember always being baffled by other children. I would be at a birthday party and watch the other kids giggling and making faces, and I would try to do that, too, but I wouldn’t...

our destinies are intertwinedlike the stems of ivy on an oak tree.

PROLOGUE Some years ago in the Planet Orfheus … It was dark when Lucius reached the rendezvous which had been chosen to be the new hideout. The latter had been used for several months and...

In the Ottoman times, there were itinerant storytellers called “meddah. ” They would go to coffee houses, where they would tell a story in front of an audience, often improvising. With each new person in...

The American girl isn’t ANY girl; she’s a remarkable specimen in a remarkable species.

A good story is always more dazzling than a broken piece of truth.

Because I love a pair of pretty green eyes.” He grinned.

Hate was the blazing beauty that consumed the world in its flames. Love could never consume anything but the heart of a fool.

You’re so lucky to see me twice in one day. You’re honored by my presence, yada, yada, heard it all before. Let’s just move on, shall we. I don’t handle fawning very well.

I’ll find out who’s inside. Wait here and keep alert!’ Hallam rasped. He skirted the main path to skulk towards one of the shuttered windows on the building’s eastern wall. There was a crack in...

Express yourself, Express your life, Express the Moment, Live the life.

He’s close enough now that I can hear his footfall on the pavement, and I knowmy chances of outrunning him are slim. I’m practically in a full sprint, and my pounding heart is begging me...

With Catty and Patrick’s images in he side mirror waving from the steps of that house like Jethro and Ellie Mae, it occurred to me that something extraordinary had happened. I had effortlessly found a...

Ah, ya, omong-omong, aku sangat merindukanmu. Apa kau merindukanku juga, mmm?

Inside the room there sat a rocker, which she sat on, and which had rocked her while she sipped the beer, because in spite of herself she had become so giddy to have so quickly...

Fiction is meant to illuminate, to explode, to refresh.

We are at war. There will be scars. – Uttara Vairati

Dying is not a solution.. I want to live with You..!

’Cause Desperado is so much better than Melvin.

We do have a highly-advanced biological device called the Illuminator,” Joseph chimed in

This isn’t the road home. This is a road littered with questions that will inevitably lead to an answer.

I knew from the moment I heard you, the moment I saw the gun and realized that this lovely, petit woman was the executioner, that you would never die waiting for me to save you...

I am taken to the police station and they place me in an interrogation room. I am there for about thirty minutes before someone walks in.

A deus ex machina will never appear in real life so you best make other arrangements.

He had been inspired to start a career in the porn industry after reading the incredible tale of a Japanese man who avenged the death of his sister by going down on her best friend...

Then it doesn’t matter which way you walk…-so long as I get somewhere.

How did you hear about that?”Are you kidding me? So far, I had that runt Kyle-”I hate him. I hate all vamps. That complete toad, Michael-”-tell me you were pregnant by a vamp-”kidnnaped me and-Kyle...

The grass and the vines and the willow tree were all so lush and vividly green that he was slightly awed by them. Their location within an alcove of a cliff made all of it...

Ask any comedian, tennis player, chef. Timing is everything.

it’s the way he uses language—which is nothing like the way fantasists used language before him. There’s no sense of nostalgia. There’s no medieval floridness. There’s no fairy tale condescension to the child reader. It’s...

The more I learn about life and people, the more I realise that everyone has a story and everyone’s story is the biggest in their own mind.” – Laylla Jonson

When he wasn’t busy chasing unseen mice around the academy, Ion spent hours in the Borean Study, searching through dusty books for anything that had to do with the banshee or the Shroud. But finding...

I am gone tomorrow. And there and gone again by the time you read this.

I was somewhere between angry and turned-on.

A person with autism lives in his own world, while a person with Asperger’s lives in our world, in a way of his own choosing

There is no neatness in any life- great or small. It is only an illusion men foolishly pursue. All lived lives are a mess.The neatness in my life had begun to crumble some time before,...

I came trusting them. They beat me with rods of dullness. They don’t know, they don’t understand how agonizing their complacent dullness is. Like ants and August sun on a wound.” – Carol Kennicott

Tatiana: “Why did we spend two days fighting when we could have been doing this?”Alexander: “That wasn’t fighting, Tatiana. That was foreplay.

Novels are fictions and therefore they tell lies, but through those lies every novelist attempts to tell the truth about the world.

I thought I was in love, but it was only a head cold.” (Humans)

Energy is neither created nor destroyed. It just changes shape.

You know, in everyone’s life you go through just trying to learn what one times one is—one times one equals one.

Keeping up the fiction. You have to keep it up, sometimes, no matter how you feel.

The life of man is the true romance, which when it is valiantly conduced, will yield the imagination a higher joy than any fiction.

I asked her what a true story was because I thought that all stories were made up. She said a true story was called fact, and a made-up story was called ficton. Auntie May said...

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...