Friendship is just love that has yet to sprout wings and take flight.

A novel, though fiction, often speaks to the largest truths.

Yes, I bloody well did see that enormous, scaly, fire-breathing dragon.

En demasiadas ocasiones lo que nos protege es lo que nos hace cautivos

He pulled me toward him, and all I could do was stand there with arms at my sides and head against his chest. Broken, I feared even the slightest movement would cause pieces of me...

That’s what we both hate about fiction, or at least crappy fiction—it purports to provide occasions for thinking through complex issues, but really it has predetermined the positions, stuffed a narrative full of false choices,...

Very young children love and demand stories, and can understand complex matters presented as stories, when their powers of comprehending general concepts, paradigms, are almost nonexistent.

Love is the greatest unseen force in the universe.” – Cole

… instead of spelling stories you spread silence, which was outside the alphabet.

He never had nothing of his own before, except the kid, and he can’t claim but half the credit, there, maybe less. T.J.’s blond like his mamma, and stubborn, too. Won’t let nobody hold him...

Although many things may still need to happen before you identify what your exact work will be, I know that every single person whom you’re meeting and every experience that you’re having is necessary to...

Nobody actually looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t.

… she was a pudding of immaturity and precocious wisdom that had not yet set into a stable mold.

His right ear still held both studs, and I wondered who had the missing earring. I would have asked, but was afraid he’d tell me Ivy had it.

I shook Alan’s hand and the feeling just grew stronger. It was a bit frustrating. Like when you’re looking for what to say and it’s on the tip of your tongue, but no matter how...

A ray of light made a rainbow through the mist. [His] words had given her a small glimmer of hope — the kind of hope she thought had disappeared from her life forever.

He never had been good at arguing with women; they tapped into pools of resentment over slights that had steeped for years.

In fiction, I searched for my favorite authors, women I have trusted to reassure me than not all teenage guys are total ditwads, that the archetype of the noble cute hero who devotes himself to...

Well, that depends, I suppose. I heard someone once say that men dance the same way they have sex. So, if you want everyone here to think you’re the kind of guy who just sits...

I noticed him right away. No, it wasn’t his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn’t the slim, collarless biker...

It did not seem odd to Max that what he had imagined about Stumps was really true, because this was exactly how games you made up worked. Of course they were true. In your mind.

You’ve got the wrong girl.””On the contrary…” the voice murmured, “I’ve got exactly the girl I want.” Her body turned to ice. Her mind fought for calm. There were people only yards away, yet she...

Grandfather recently died. He died alone on a trip away from home in a town where no one expected him to be

Say whatever you want to. Just because I said it, you don’t have to.”He was right; I didn’t have to. He wasn’t asking anything of me.

Reality is such a pain. Those of us who were fed up with that kind of reality decided to remake it. We’d set up a partition, separate what’s important to us from what was trash,...

The Countess was considerably younger than her husband. All of her clothes came from Paris (this was after Paris) and she had superb taste. (This was after taste too, but only just. And since it...

I gave up worrying about the principles of fiction writing when I realized that there weren’t any.

Beckon The Sea,I’ll Come To The….Shed Seven Tears, Perchance Seven Years….

They all dreamt of each other that night, as was natural, considering how thin the partitions were between them, and how strangely they had been lifted off the earth to sit next each other in...

Writing historical fiction has many common traits with writing sci-fi or fantasy books. The past is another country – a very different world – and historical readers want to see, smell and touch what it...

I’d prefer you accuse my son, so he can defend his innocence rather than prolong unnecessary guilt.” (Spoken by Bracke, told by Eric)

Cosmic ray is the worst name. Because people think it’s something out of science fiction.

We are all of the same substance, the same life. Though there are many differences between us, those are merely the shadows that delineate our boundaries. Our light is the same.

When you turn around, you’ll see something I bet you’ve never seen before. If it takes your breath away, then you’ll fit in nicely. If you don’t feel anything, then maybe you don’t belong here.

I am not as valuable as the books, I AM the books! They are a part of me I cannot delete or cut off or ignore! I AM CURRENCY! – Nevel Walker

Which one is more true — unity in diversity of culture or diversity in unity of religion!

The art of fiction has not changed much since prehistoric times. The formula for telling a powerful story has remained the same: create a strong character, a person of great strengths, capable of deep emotions...

The pace of Swedish crime fiction is slower – Stieg Larsson’s the exception. And I think we use the environment more.

It’s easy to make up weird stuff. It gets trickier when you want the weird stuff to be interesting and make sense.

The costumes help. They make it less real, disguise what it really is both for the actors and for the people who’ll see it on the screen. It’s like the people who read Anna Karenina,...

How can you be so sinfully beautiful Mrs. Norman?

She doesn’t seem to like me very much. Why is she here?” I wondered about thetesting Uncle Sean spoke of, but I was more concerned with the lethal blonde whoseemed to have taken an instant...

There may always be another reality to make fiction of the truth we think we’ve arrived at.

Emma was doing something nice for Simon? Hell must be enjoying the snow day.

Noriega wound up like a baseball pitcher on top of the bed and hurled the small gun, but was low and outside for a ball. His tight-fitting house dress was bunched up high on his...

Gina was beautiful like a sunset. You see it and you think of how beautiful it is, and then it’s over and you move on. But Trista was beautiful like a song. The kind of...

There is nothing so sexy as a good-looking man in a good-looking pair of shorts.

The time of my departure is here. Place your hand gently on the soil beside my own, and feel the rumble of the earth beneath. The power of a thousand thousands is coming… evil warriors...

There’s an immense dramatic possibility in describing that universe. The books, for me, were an enormous relief in that sense of how they were written to allow primary emotion, elemental emotion, to matter enormously but...

Fictional stories were written so that they seemed real, kind of like a well-executed lie. Fiction creates an unreal world that’s better than the real one.