I had a dream about you. We were two lovers disguised as librarians. We met in the non-fiction section, and that’s the truth. Or at least that’s what we told your parents. They didn’t need...

To me, the best, if not the only function of imaginative writing, is to lead the human imagination outward, to take it into the vast external cosmos, and away from all that introversion and introspection,...

I closed my eyes and dived into foreign water.

as if” character of the world, they are actually realer than they appear.

It’s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.

The truth was stranger than the official fiction.

For me, at least, fiction is the only way i can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.

You drink, and your thirst increases,” it says. Time, I’m sure, passed by, but we remained unavailable for comment.

The beer gave Penn a headache immediately; she blinked like a mermaid struck by sunshine.

Reading yourself as a fiction as well as a fact is the only way to keep the narrative open – the only way to stop the story from running away under its own momentum, often...

Jika kita menyukai sesuatu, bagaimanapun keadaannya, kita hanya akan tetap menyukainya. Rasa suka itu tidak akan terpengaruh oleh faktor lain. Suka, ya, suka, dan akan begitu walau dilihat dari sudut pandang mana saja.

It is you I foreknew and have predestined for such a time as this. Just as My heart has so eagerly chosen you, William Ore, you must also choose me.

Everything I know, I know because of love.

Noble though it may be, our way of life is nothing but servitude. It does not take long for servitude to turn to subjugation.– Shikandin Draupada

The trouble with crying over an onion is that once the chopping gets you started and the tears begin to well up, the next thing you know you just can’t stop.

The plot thickens!” Gabby exclaimed for comedic relief.

If this is where you ask me to run around in my birthday suit, I’m not entirely comfortable with that,” I said, smirking.

she should have told me that times slides away on a hillside of lose shale and takes everything in its path-dreams, opportunities, hopes. And youth. It takes that fastest of all.

I’m coming. I’m coming.”I heard his sandals click on the stairs and I waited to see if the mentalimage matched the real one. To my non surprise it did.

You have always known they exist. Everyone feels their presence. Few know the truth. The world of Real Immortals is about to be revealed!

The writing seemed like the books that held it; crumbly and antique and bearing the stink of centuries. Still, it was compelling. His voice was smooth and kind, and once in a while an observation...

I don’t think there’s such a thing as autobiographical fiction. If I say it happened, it happened, even if only in my mind.

Why are you so anxious to destroy in the name of a vulgar, commonplace sense of truth, this reality which comes to birth attracted and formed by the magic of the stage itself, which has...

I dodged behind Mac for cover and refused to take the bait. I glanced at my nonexistent watch. ‘Oops, look at the time. Guess I have to be going now. Let’s not do this again...

All literature, highbrow or low, from the Aeneid onward, is fan fiction….Through parody and pastiche, allusion and homage, retelling and reimagining the stories that were told before us and that we have come of age...

You aren’t allowed out of the graveyard -it’s aren’t, by the way, not amn’t, not these days-because it’s only in the graveyard that we can keep you safe. This is where you live and this...

I congratulate you on your success stealing the painting.

Our friend Chewy doesn’t speak much, but he chews a lot of tobacco so we call him Chewbacco.

So much is lost, he said, in the shipwreck. What remains are fragments, and if you don’t hold on to them the sea will take them too.

…Mellor’s statement is extremist in two directions: human civilization is in imminent peril, and only one solution will work. I doubt both these formulations, and almost every fiction I have encountered that depends upon them.

Science fiction is about worlds you don’t know and worlds you can create, like in ‘Avatar’.

all we see today in name of love it not that lust is sold in name of love

Aubrey, crouching on a nearby counter, watched me with squinty eyes, apparently pondering why anyone would willingly immerse themselves in water ever, let alone for extended periods of time.

But wishes are only granted in fairy tales.

I love my career. It is a career. A difficult one that takes many hours and total dedication to my craft. It is also what I was born to do–tell stories and entertain.

If someday you should ever think of me and miss me, know in your heart that I’d want you to find me once again. No matter how distant in time or space… FIND ME.

I read not for entertainment but to feel what the writer has felt while writing even though if it was fiction.

HATE is the shortest of human emotions, it is stronger than love, more compelling than lust. Page 30. THE SCALPEL – GAME BENEATH (

Finally I do like best of all stories whose necessity is in the implied recognition that someplace out there there exists an urgency—a chaos—, an insanity, a misrule of some dire sort which can end...

Can make your life around here a living nightmare and I definitely don’t think that you want that.

Pain is an inevitable part when you truly love.

we roar along the rust belts——the great red spot——the polar vortex——the caress of solar flares——ruffle the molten methane and ammonia oceans of me——the storm-riven non-surface of me and mine——that which you call skin——a threadbare term...

We have our stories, and we speak of them, and weave them into other people’s stories – that’s how it goes, does it not?

Historical fiction of course is particularly research-heavy. The details of everyday life are there to trip you up. Things that we take for granted, indeed, hardly think about, can lead to tremendous mistakes.

Neither of us asked to be born descendants, yet I’d be rewarded with his death, and we couldn’t prevent that. No one could. (Eric)

I love our summer game and its letters as much as the next man, and surely no less than my colleagues. I do not, however, repose much faith in its fiction. The short stories are...

I tell the story to you now, but in each telling the story itself changes a little, changes direction, and that in turn changes you and me. So be very careful not only in how...

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.

The dull people decided years and years ago, as everyone knows, that novel-writing was the lowest species of literary exertion, and that novel reading was a dangerous luxury and an utter waste of time.

Ik lees nauwelijks fictie. Onder ons gezegd en gezwegen, ik vind het iets voor verveelde huisvrouwen. Fictie. Dan Brown heb ik gelezen, omdat zoveel mensen dat kochten. Ik dacht, eens kijken of de massa smaak...