You two are bound to one another. You always have been … and you can’t run away from what you are. No matter where you go, your feelings for her are going to follow you.

The only way that you can identify and then fulfill your life’s purpose is for you to love yourself, charge up your life and serve the world.

Being a fiction writer makes you someone who works with irresponsibility.

My job takes up many daylight hours, it wakes me in the still of night and fills my head with ghosts and monsters but I love it, telling stories is what I was born to...

A witch, a vampire, and a pixy walk into a bar, I thought as I led the way into the Squirrel’s End. It was early, and the sun had yet to set when the door...

There’s always moral instruction whether the writer inserts it deliberately or not. The least effective moral instruction in fiction is that which is consciously inserted. Partly because it won’t reflect the storyteller’s true beliefs, it...

There is only one genre in fiction, the genre is called book.

The best fiction is true.

I recalled something I’d read a long time ago about Satan. When he appeared, it wouldn’t be as a demon but as an ordinary-looking guy with a convincing message of peace.

I gave you the best of me.

What they teach you as history is mythology, and true mythology is far from fantasy – every kind reveals true fragments of our real history. A bulk of our real history can be found in...

Stalin mi aveva portato via la casa e mio padre e ora si era preso anche il mio compleanno.

Oh,to be walking through Leningrad white night after white night, the dawn to dusk all smelting together like platinum ore, Tatiana thought, turning away to the wall, again to the wall, the wall, as ever....

Quinn froze. There was nothing he could do now that would not be a mistake. Whatever choice he made–and he had to make a choice–would be arbitrary, a submission to chance. Uncertainty would haunt him...

You, my reader, who see me close, wonder about my heartbeats and measure my words, you my close friend who know my eyes and the home of their prose, you, my only lover, who always...

There is quite enough sorrow and shame and suffering and baseness in real life and there is no need for meeting it unnecessarily in fiction. As Police Commissioner it was my duty to deal with...

At the time I was writing it, it started as my own memoirs but transformed into a piece of fiction. All the emotions are mine, the setting is mine, the house is mine. But the...

Fix me,” I commanded him. “This thing, what I’ve done- there’s something wrong with me, Noah. Fix it.”Noah’s expression broke my heart as he brushed my hair from my face and skimmed the line of...

Lust fades after climax, love lasts until breakfast!

Whenever I have had to write fiction, I’ve always had to invent a character who roughly has my background.

If I were a character in one of my books, I’d be the optimistic one, believing the best and urging others to do the same.

Just because I wasn’t human, didn’t mean I could discount human life. (Eric)

Ridley nodded. ‘She told me I couldn’t ever tell General Harding or anybody else. Told me I wouldn’t be safe.’ ‘Safe?’ Uncle Bob stopped rocking and took the pipe from between his teeth. ‘She started...

A writer looks at an issue and asks, ‘What if this were to occur? Or what if that was thrown into the mix? What would that look like?

I’ve been down by the stream collecting berries. Would you care for some?”I would, actually, but I don’t want to relent too soon. I do walk over and look at them. I’ve never seen this...

There is no truth, only science and fiction.

Maybe I’ll work for a label someday, write some fiction, nonfiction. Someday I’d like to go back to school and get my teaching degree. I want to be a grandpa. I want to have more...

Perhaps it was that I wanted to see what I had learned, what I had read, what I had imagined, that I would never be able to see the city of London without seeing it...

Like the ‘good’ characters in literature, the sane don’t have any memorable lines.

Why did you leave? Am I not good enough? Where did you go? When did it happen? ..Who are you?

He judged the instant and let go; he flung himself loose into the stars.

Idolatry happens when you worship or praise anything excessively to the point of causing you to believe it reigns supreme. All things on this earth are temporal, even your very own desires. Be careful that...

Damon Galgut talks about his novel In a Strange Room.” The Guardian. 10 September 2010.]

Hurricanes couldn’t remove you from my mind. You’re my world and I’m incapable of not loving you.

Sometimes fact is stranger than fiction.

The monkey liked most humans. They left food cans outside their homes for his family to rummage through in the morningsun. Some yelled and threw sticks, but were slow and didn’t bite. Humans were mostly...

There has always been, for me, this other world, this second world to fall back on–a more reliable world in so far as it does not hide that its premise is illusion.

When you touch a man’s body, he will enjoy the moment, when you touch a man’s heart he will remember it forever.

C, it was like my breath was stolen. My heart seemed to merge with yours. When you came into my life, all I wanted was you. All I thought about was you. Your smile, your...

I mutter and mutter and no one to listen. I speak my words in Japanese and my daughter will not hear them. The words that come from our ears, our mouths, they collide in the...

The only moral it is possible to draw from this story is that one should never throw the Q letter into a privet bush, but unfortunately there are times when it is unavoidable.

There is no right or wrong, only what we believe is more right or more wrong

The Doctrine is the Ecstasy

I mostly believe, deep in my bones, that life is very simply beyond description; regardless of what one makes of it, life always spills over the parameters of how anyone has chosen to define it.

If you want the extra-ordinary, you’ve got to be willing to forsake the ordinary’ – Annie Grimes in Mr Alhourani’s Dead Man’s Spots

If anyone or anything tries to curse or kill the Goodness at the Center of all things, it will just keep coming back to life. Forever Easter.

Jesus of Nazareth could have chosen simply to express Himself in moral precepts; but like a great poet He chose the form of the parable, wonderful short stories that entertained and clothed the moral precept...

Everything was quiet now. It was even too freaky quiet. The house seemed big without anyone else inside. It felt lonely; like a ghost town.

Since truth is often stranger than fiction, fiction needs to be pretty weird.

Everyone asks me how I got started into writing. I wish I had some cool story to tell, but the truth is pretty lame. My wife and I were having a drink on our back...