It gets kind of zen after awhile, life is a journey, time is a river, the door is ajar.

Schopenhauer wrote that to desire immortality is to desire the eternal perpetuation of a great mistake. He was correct.

My heart started racing, not the bad kind of heart racing, like I’m going to die. But the good kind of heart racing, like, Hello, can I help you with something? If not, please step...

But Pierre had been born with a shrewdness that made him early aware that a failure to believe that human events were ordered by a higher power was regarded by many in the highest positions...

Remember Whose You Are.

I have no inner life. I have no ‘intimate’ life. I am just what I-what to do. I move from one habitation to another like one of those-is it herit crabs? Taking up residence in...

The woman turns away; one wing blackens like an onyx gem while the other glows white like a bright spotlight. She flies into the sky, leaving the crowd staring in astonishment. Angels fly away in...

I felt a lot better; not being alone in being alone.

That the stars guide us, but do not compel us. It is our free will that determines the outcome of all things. God does impose his will on us, rather he makes it known and...

In real life I do violence, but for psychic stuff I do other things better.

We invent fictions in order to live somehow the many lives we would like to lead when we barely have one at our disposal.

A force de peindre la vie des autres, il avait oublié de peindre la sienne.”On ne se tue pas pour une femme (2000)

It’s a ballad, Alf, and to be honest, it’s one of the slowest songs I can think of. You’d have been better off doing a slow waltz to something with that tempo. The other factor...

Her heart was telling her to trust him, but it wouldn’t be the first time that that foolish muscle, there in the middle of her chest, had betrayed her.

We live in a world where there is such a clear definition of what a girl should be that it takes almost no effort at all to completely hate ourselves.

If you’re a ghost,” he said, “we mean you no disrespect. And if you’re not a ghost, tell me who you are-or you soon will be one

…we haven’t had any accidents for months now…Everything on that island is perfectly fine.

Maybe he thinks he can rescue me? No one is that stupid.

And to see the white flash of Klaus’s eyes as he whirled on her. For one stunned instant she stared at him, and then lightning crackled.From an empty sky.

Or you just might say that destiny finally caught up with me.

Amateur detectives in fiction had always annoyed Ella. They were so unrealistic. She didn’t intend to be the Rabbit Back version of Miss Marple or a cheap Baker Street knock-off, and she really didn’t like...

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What was justice, after all, but a particular outcome?

Everybody is equally weak on the inside, just that some present their ruins as new castles and become kings –

The flimsy little protestations that mark the front gate of every novel, the solemn statements that any resemblance to real persons living or dead is entirely coincidental, are fraudulent every time. A writer has no...

A fiction writer weaves a fabric of lies in hopes of revealing deeper human truths.

Truth has a resonance to it that fills the cracks where falsehoods lie.

Would the man in the cabin have come after them? Would he have sent someone else? Or would he have never even known they were there and they could have just gone back to normal...

If reality is as equally valuable as fiction, then you should just chalk up the parts of the past you don’t need to your imagination

It’s a very private moment when your heart breaks. I was thankful we were alone. I knew I couldn’t keep her, but I would always do anything to protect her.

Fiction inhabits the zone between the real and the impossible. The tug of those two poles is what gives it motion, vitality. Tethering fiction too tightly to the real produces plodding, lifeless stories. Letting it...

His kiss was light but lingering, like smoke from shivering lips on a freezing winter morning.

The proper stuff of fiction” does not exist everything is the proper stuff of fiction every feeling every thought every quality of brain and spirit is drawn upon no perception comes amiss. And if we...

I’m a novelist by trade and my job is to write a story rather than reconstruct actual events.

I wanted to survive—not for my kind, but for trust, for friendship, for another being. (Eric)

Simply studying a DNA sample when we don’t know which genes are regulating skin care is science fiction.

We take off into the cosmos, ready for anything: for solitude, for hardship, for exhaustion, death. Modesty forbids us to say so, but there are times when we think pretty well of ourselves. And yet,...

Stallions,” Frank said, “they’re fightin’ over a girl. – DANIEL’S ESPERANZA

Baby, God ain’t gonna bless you with another woman’s husband, not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

Reading fiction is important. It is a vital means of imagining a life other than our own, which in turn makes us more empathetic beings. Following complex story lines stretches our brains beyond the 140...

The masses-I love em-they rush for red lights, risking everything to capture a few seconds, only to get home and waste their lives.

He(Prophet Muhammad) was Caesar and Pope in one; but he was Pope without Pope’s pretensions, Caesar without the legions of Caesar: without a standing army, without a bodyguard, without a palace, without a fixed revenue;...

Fantasy leaves imaginations larger than it finds them.

One is almost tempted to say… at last I can almost see a bond. But that will never be, for a bond does not really exist at all: it is a most convenient fiction which,...

I was its skin, its movement, its shape, its god, its creator, its destroyer. And you thought Dexter was bad. The Bridgeman arrives soon.

Nightmares exist outside of logic, and there’s little fun to be had in explanations; they’re antithetical to the poetry of fear.” In a horror story, the victim keeps asking why – but there can be...

Isn’t antimatter what fuels the U.S.S.Enterprise?

Walking out into the night with a water fey was all kinds of stupid. Heck, Kelpies eat people. They may not play with their food as creatively as the Each Uisge, but dead is dead.

A play is fiction – and fiction is fact distilled into truth.

You could write your way into happiness. It might not be the happiness you’d experience if Eldric pushed Leanne from a cliff, but there’s a firefly glimmer in writing something that would please Rose.