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One of the things about writing that inspires–and impresses me, is the music words can make. And, like music, the spaces between the notes can mean as much as the notes themselves. — The Jesus...

Faction is that hybrid of documented fact and novelistic elaboration.

I used to go to church. I even went through a rather intense religious period when I was sixteen. But the idea of an everlasting life — a never-ending banquet, as a stupid visiting minister...

The simplicity of youth is mesmerizing to me. Maybe because I didn’t know it long enough.”London Drake”They All fall down

There’s a German term- heimweh, homesickness. It’s a powerful sensation, like a narcotic. A yearning from home, but for something more- a past self, perhaps. A lost self. When I first saw you on the...

You have naked angels running around your house,” Jenna continued through her laughter. Gabby laughed louder.

It goes in streaks. But some things never go out of fashion.’ Hunger artists, fat folks, giants, and dog acts come and go but real freaks never lose their appeal.

…I tried to pretend that what we were enacting was nothing more than an intricate kind of handshake.” ~Malcolm

Grimes believed in what he did, with no doubts. Though he was older than me by over a decade, I suddenly felt old. Some things mark your soul, not in years but in blood and...

We would be worse than we are without the good books we have read, more conformist, not as restless, more submissive, and the critical spirit, the engine of progress, would not even exist. Like writing,...

No offense, Jaron, but I don’t want your life. Even locked away behind closed doors I got a taste for how awful it can be.””Did anyone try to kill you while I was gone?””No.””Then you...

To believers, the bible is a holy book, to unbelievers, it is a story book.

People go around mourning the death of God; it’s the death of sssin that bothers me. Without ssin, people aren’t people any more, they’re just ssoul-less sheep.

This is your life – not your parents’, teachers’ or significant other’s. If you ever find yourself on a path that just doesn’t feel safe anymore, you have every right to stop the car, get...

One couldn’t be selective when remembering the past. Ignore the turmoil, chaos and pain – and the truly great memories would not shine with such luster.

Remember this above all else: Never, ever appear like you once were, not to anyone.You have entered a new phase, but you must forgive yourself to enter. And you have to remember new lessons of...

What was the point of having a situation worthy of fiction if the protagonist didn’t behave as he would have done in a book?

Bathroom door beside you,” and picked up a vase and hit the rising Damon over the head with it. Hard.

All writers struggle at some point with the problem of balance between authority and involvement, seduction and revelation. Specifically, beginning writers wonder how much description to employ, and more advanced writers ask how much plot...

Fiction, at the point of development at which it has arrived, demands from the writer a spirit of scrupulous abnegation.The only legitimate of all the irreconcilable antagonisms that make our life so enigmatic, so burdensome,...

A bad leader wouldn’t stress the importance of staying together to stop the enemy. You want peace? You can’t forgive the enemy, if you can’t forgive your men for losing faith. You can’t force every...

The air between them began to settle into a silence. Awkward, yet softly exciting. Like an unexpected snow day.

They are my men and this ship my responsibility. I vowed no woman would ever alter my path. Yet I kept them from ending you, and it makes me sick to the gut, for I...

Justice will prevail!

The morning was brisk and the coffee was hot and roasted with little gurgles in the room. Rosie hadn’t moved, but she let out a tiny snore every now and again that made everything perfect.

Mistakes? That’s why they put erasers on pencils.

messiah” from his mission. If the Ballister acquisition was Norm’s cross, as everyone seems to think it was, then it was Norm who chose to bear that cross. And pride that nailed him to it.

Don’t push me, I’m hormonal.”I’m not really a lousy detective, just rough around the edges.

Entering the foyer, Royale already decided that he would thank Shake once more for being by his side at Keena’s recital. But she stunned him by eagerly waiting for him just like old times—on her...

The Man in Black fled across the desert, and the Gunslinger followed

Fiction is just that–fiction. Yes, it is serious business, but it should also be taken for face value. It’s entertainment. It’s escapism. It’s 365 pages of relaxation.

That’s what fiction is for. It’s for getting at the truth when the truth isn’t sufficient for the truth.

If you act for self-gain then no good can come of it. If you act selflessly, then you act well for all and you must not be afraid.

Books have a vital place in our culture. They are the source of ideas, of stories that engage and stretch the imagination and most importantly, inspire.

[Nathan] wasn’t blindly obsessed with a possession. He wasn’t crazy. He was a hero–a father who’d risked his life to rescue his son.

A good book isn’t written, it’s rewritten.

A tightrope walker uncertain if he could make it to the other side probably would not. A race car driver wondering if he was taking a turn too fast was likely to lose control. If...

I know have lived, so many times, that the only thing I have left to remember is my writing, cause every single moment in life it’s already written.

Halfway to the house Stan stopped and turned to Jane. He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her toward him.”I’m glad we’re going steady,” he whispered.”So am I.”In spite of the reassuring weight...

For a long time, Maurice rubbed his shaved head in his palm, until at last he looked up at his student. “Teo, I think you have to let Deu be the God he is, not...

As every reader knows in his or her heart, there is much more to truth than mere fact.

I read the same amount of nonfiction and fiction.

He had a bad habit of initially zeroing in on one or two things he liked about every new girl he found himself interested in, as if to justify his attraction.

There’s no such thing as fiction”, Annie told him once. “If you can imagine something, then it’s happened.

In Victorian fiction, there would be a chapter at the end devoted to righting all of the wrongs. I thought to right all of the wrongs would be too glib. I thought it would be...

Forcing the muse to let thoughts flow; equals to pushing a child, into labor.

I wasn’t writing home. I wasn’t writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant for my family and my fiancee, Sara.

The deer hovered by the trees beyond as the sounds of the ravening wolves came to them across the grass, their own senses almost frozen in impotent horror.

I’ve learned that the most unbelievable is the most believable.