Once I finished reading a good book, it gives me a hard time coping up with reality.

It made a romantic tale. The young rouge, cheating death, returning to his grieving lover. But in reality? Ashyn had always known life did not resemble one of her book stories or Moria’s bard tales,...

Beauty and perfection do not guarantee grace and fulfillment and are always sacrificed. Life itself seems a ritual of sacrifice, and the world the alter on which plants and animals lay down their own lives...

She’d felt it before, she felt it now: the pull to fall in with him, to fall into him, to lose her sense of self.

So if you want to keep me around, I expect more tweed.

Yes, hello ex-girlfriend Sara. And might I add: law-breaker? Who let you out of your cage? Don’t you know Joseph has a restraining order against you?

Collecting the Wings Of Pain ~ The Sordid Stings Of Love Is all I Gain- Munish Maya

If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.

She must die.

It should be said that my parents had married for love. The affection and devotion they had shared was the rarest of indulgences, perhaps especially in those days. For them, it had been love at...

The hamster generates heat by running on the wheel. If you get a big enough hamster, it will keep your whole face warm.

I listened as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people.

Louis-Cesare slowly pulled himself into a half-standing position against the side of the winery.’What? Did you think one little mage was going to do me in?’ He swallowed hard. ‘Hell, that was just a warm-up.

Fictions are merely frozen dreams, linked images with some semblance of structure. They are not to be trusted, no more than the people who create them.

We couldn’t believe our luck, and for a little while it felt like we were on some big train rolling down a hill, and all we cared about was how great it felt to be...

This was another of our fears: that Life wouldn’t turn out to be like Literature. Look at our parents–were they the stuff of Literature? At best, they might aspire to the condition of onlookers and...

Why do people always assume that volume will succeed when logic won’t? – Damon

Science fiction, to me, has not only things that wouldn’t happen, but other planets.

I let him run on, this papier-maché Mephistopheles, and it seemed to me that if I tried I could poke my forefinger through him, and would find nothing inside but a little loose dirt, maybe.

Its magnificence was indescribable, and its magnitude was inconceivable. She felt overwhelmed in the presence of its greatness. Pg 87

Does bad luck come in 3’s…or is it multiples of 3?

Favoring ‘resolution’ the way we do, it is hard for us men to write great love stories. Why?, because we want to tell too much. We aren’t satisfied unless at the end of the story...

We are one.

Grandpa Sereno: “There is nothing as dangerous as fear, fear of people who are different than you. Fear is the REAL danger and we must start to put all our efforts into fighting THAT instead...

He had heard many of his customers talking about ‘repetitive strain injury’ over the years and he was sure that, if he was capable, he too would suffer this – especially with the industrial tooling...

I could hardly get to sleep for dreaming of revenge.

Reading is an intelligent way of not having to think.

He may be stronger, but I’m not defenseless. He knows that, of coarse. That’s why he’s here. He wants me for what I can do after all.

Art finds her own perfection within, and not outside of, herself.She is not to be judged by any external standard of resemblance.

‘Now I lay me down to sleep…’” To me, just random noise. Gibberish. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I felt that, when it came to God, there was a broken promise in...

A good piece of fiction, in my view, does not offer solutions. Good stories deal with our moral struggles, our uncertainties, our dreams, our blunders, our contradictions, our endless quest for understanding. Good stories do...

He had been held to her by a beautiful thread which it pained him to spoil by breaking, rather than by a chain he could not break.

Lucinda might sneak from her own house at midnight to place a wager somewhere else, but she dared not touch the pack that lay in her own sideboard. She knew how passionate he had become...

Find your self love. Find that precious thing inside you thatmakes you want to live. And when you’ve found it, hold on to it with onehand, and use the other to claw your way back...

Do try The House by fresh new author, Susannah Mansfield, it’s funny, sad and very different, you’ll love the characters and the stories.

It was his experience that life worked under the same guidelines as a capitalistic society. In order to get what you wanted, it was usually necessary to give up something in return. Sometimes gaining what...

Things that try to look like things often do look more like things than things.

All the real secrets are buried, and only ghosts speak the truth.

What are you doing with all these books?” I asked, stepping towards a tall stack on the floor. I ran my fingers down the spines, recognizing a few familiar titles from School: Heart of Darkness,...

Fiction can do more than entertain you; it can change you

A small white rabbit with floppy ears and a twitching pink nose bounded out from the thick forest brush. Fingers twitching at his side, James stepped toward the small animal, a nervous giddiness creeping up...

There’s so much to learn. So much to enjoy. So terribly much to be curious about. Take your life and run with it. Make a habit of being alive. This much of anything, I have...

When writing fiction, you learn to only put things and characters in, that are going to progress your story. There is something to be learned about that approach in real life

Cinta hanyalah sebuah cerita yang mencoba membahagiakan para tokoh tanpa tahu ending-nya bagaimana.

The hardest lesson is Clare’s solitude. Sometimes I come home and Clare seems kind of irritated; I’ve interrupted some train of thought, broken into the dreary silence of her day. Sometimes I see an expression...

Why have you given your life to books, TC? Dull, dull, dull! The memoirs are bad enough, but all that ruddy fiction! Hero goes on a journey, stranger comes to town, somebody wants something, they...

never replace the real thing”. Then I was given a Kindle as a present. That shut me up. Stock complaints about the inherent pleasure of ye olde format are bandied about whenever some new upstart...

The problem lies not with genre but with formula, which consists of seeing genre conventions as restrictions rather than mere guidelines, ends in themselves rather than possibilities.

The best part of the fiction in many novels is the notice that the characters are imaginary.

LOVE is the most incendiary element ever known, once it sparks the heart, the flame is inextinguishable.