I was hoping against hope he’d refill his Prozac so we could be in love again, but, sadly, that never happened.

IT IS SAID that time is unrelated to everything else. It goes on and on, unnoticing of our actions, our falls, our triumphs. Who’s to care then, if time does not remember us? It flies...

Over the green squares of the fields and the low curves of a wood there rose in the distance a grey, melancholy hill, with a strange jagged summit, dim and vague in the distance like...

You know,” Kavita begins, “I think I can pick out my own furniture. I am an artist after all. I do have some taste.””No you don’t.” Nick plainly states. “No man has taste. Besides, I...

Virginia screamed, grabbing for the door handle and nearly throwing herself from the moving car. James swerved to the side of the road, slamming on the brakes before she killed herself trying to escape. As...

I do not allow fan fiction,

There’s more to life than cause and effect.

Patience is a virtue Savannah, to tolerate delay. It implies self control and forbearance, as opposed to wanting what we want when we want it. Something to think about. . .Catherine Weaver (Character), “Terminator: The...

The audience– the book’s actual cast– quickly realized what had happened. The reason the movie dropped everything that made the novel real was because there was no way the parents who ran the studio would...

Well, you rest. I’ll check on you later.” She turned and left the room, a funny, unexplainable feeling inside her.

Well, come back and have tea with us,” saidMoon-Face. “Silky’s got some Pop Biscuits -andI’ve made some Google Buns. I don’t often makethem-and I tell you they’re a treat!

Perhaps we are all fictions, father, in the mind of God.

Art never responds to the wish to make it democratic; it is not for everybody; it is only for those who are willing to undergo the effort needed to understand it.

He lived like a devil and died like a saint

but the Outlanders are fooling themselves. The BookWorld is as orderly as people in the RealWorld *hope* their own world to be—it isn’t a mirror, it’s an aspiration.

You can thank Henry Ford for that. He was a warlock, you know.

If an art form is marginalized it’s because it’s not speaking to people.

In fiction, beauty was run-of-the-mill.

Orang itu berdo(s)a setelah berdo(s)a.

Sabrina Thomas clutched the leather-bound notebook to her chest and tried not to be impatient as the elevator in the south tower of Texas Hospital near downtown Dallas stopped once again on its climb to...

There are monsters among us. I mean this quite literally.

But a bond is a bond. And when you’re young and haven’t yet learned to live in your own solitude, even a destructive bond can seem better than none.

I watched her shadow merge with the darker colours of the deep sea.

They are the real ones. We were the future fiction version and they’re the ones that are making whatever we did credible. It’s their heroism, their commitment, their discipline and their victory that’s going to...

That’s what scares me the most, Paul. That I’ll just pass through life and all the people I know will just disappear, without a trace, without me ever telling them how much they mean to...

But Roy Rockwood, it was science fiction for the sake of science fiction.

Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.

Imagination is highly suspect. Reality is what is beautiful. But we are blind to it because it is familiar.

Time is going really faster than you think. That second just passed now, get up, pack the bag, get lost…

Young readers have to be entertained. No child reads fiction because they think it’s going to make them a better person.

Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel. This is how you lose her.

An elegantly crafted novel, “The Reluctant First Lady” clearly documents author Venita Ellick as an exceptionally accomplished writer able to skillfully weave memorable characters into a riveting story line from beginning to end. As engaging...

Once-upon-a-time we buried the memories we didn’t want.

Exhaustion was pressing upon and overpowering her. “Good-by–because I love you.” He did not know; he did not understand. He would never understand. Perhaps Doctor Mandelet would have understood if she had seen him–but it...

character,” but all it amounts to is that the writers are enjoying themselves writing lies and the readers are enjoying themselves reading lies. In fact, there is no such thing as character, something fixed and...

Derailed. In exile. Deeply ashamed, despised. Yet she had so little pride, she was grateful most days simply to be alive.There is Minimalist art; there are minimalist lives.

Right?” Andrew repeated, his voice swallowed by the sound of rushing water.Akhol didn’t respond again. He tapped a foot above the water before he stepped in and disappeared beneath the surface in one fluid motion.

Can the child who is Dell; be the outer emoodiment of man’s quest to save himself? To cure himself?…Or, to “be” himself?

Perhaps it is our obligation to be noble before it is our obligation to be happy.

She was going to go home after this and sip red wine and stare at the wall, I could tell. She would wonder why she was doing this, struggling against commercial interests at a corporate...

Death is but a dream and life is merely the daydream of death.

It is only through fiction and the dimension of the imaginary that we can learn something real about individual experience. Any other approach is bound to be general and abstract.

Homo Americanus is going to go on speaking and writing the way he always has, no matter what dictionary he owns.

Easy. Peasy

Finding yourself and creating a life that feels authentic and safe is the hardest, most important work that we will ever do and for girls, especially young girls, there is no one more equipped to...

How can she explain to him that every tear takes her further and further away from the box of razors that lies between them. How can she explain that she is terrified of such a...

The day the earth-moving machines arrived, it was as if aliens had invaded Earth. Overnight they appeared, diggers with huge scoops, plodding their slow and ancient ways across the landscape. By the next week they...

Jenks enthusiastically leaned against the counter and opened the box. Bypassing the plastic knife, he broke off about a third of it and took a huge bite. Ivy watched, appalled, and I shrugged. His mouth...

Elena gasped back, “I can touch the ground!””I can see you touching it!”, Bonnie exclaimed with tears of joy.

Listen to me you piece of shit, if you ever give the press information about me, my parents or even breathe a word about me to anyone ever again, I swear to god I will...