Agnes always wanted to go out. Out was better than in. In was inside, in was interior, in was introspection.

naked fun time,” which was apparently what Joseph called it. There were some things people should never know, and that was one of them.

And I want J.K. Rowling to keep writing in the Potterverse, but I know that’s never going to happen,” I said blithely.

In its basic form, nursing can be seen as a duty, but beyond the incessant operational activities that lay the foundation of our daily work, the profession is all about grace. Helping people is a...

A short story is a writer’s way of thinking through experience… Journalism aims at accuracy, but fiction’s aim is truth. The writer distorts reality in the interest of a larger truth.

Truth is more peculiar than fiction. Life is really a startling place.

In Land of Milk and Money, Anthony Barcellos mines rich family history to create a full-blooded tale that readers will find insightful, rewarding, and entertaining.

Now, then, that is the tale. Some of it is true.

I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my...

If I’d had enough breath, I would have screamed, both at the sensation and at the sheer pettiness of the bastard who wouldn’t allow me even a tiny chance of escape.

Oh dios mio, she makes me burn, she makes me need. She is etching herself into mi alma

After killing the red-haired man, I took myself off to Quinn’s for an oyster supper.

Bergé’s yelling had attracted the attention of everyone in the Kibati hall: champagne flutes stopped halfway to heavily painted lips, eyes widened, massive diamonds groaned scornfully in their settings. It was a stationary riot.

Nonsense, this is my home and I must defend it. It’s time for Santa to get serious.

As in the universe every atom has an effect, however minuscule, on every other atom, so that to pinch the fabric of Time and Space at any point is to shake the whole length and...

Anyone who met him today would say, *Soldier. Fighter.* They would want him on their team. As a mother she was willing to engage in pride over fear and to admit the possibility that his...

Una forma d’amore pura, armoniosa e assolutamente perfetta. Una forma d’amore nella quale il rosso della passione combaciava e si respingeva, allo stesso tempo, col nero del peccato.

The world is everything that is the case.” It seemed as though the Mammy≈Divas® were just like Steve Jobs, trying to have reality bent to their own wills. Objectively, the iPhone was a muddle of...

In my experience, when a woman’s cruelty is combined with love and devotion, it is almost always without exception an act performed not out of treachery, but as a painful self-sacrifice for the good of...

If woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of the utmost importance (…); as great as a man, some think even greater. But this is...

I wish life were a fiction novel. Then everyone would have to do what I say.

You remember?’ he said incredulously. ‘What could you possibly remember?’ he asked, staring at her, waiting for the answer.The beauty from within her soul shined brightly through her loving eyes as she looked deep into...

I can’t go on, I’ll go on.

My body is no longer mine. My soul dormant. I am once again, possessed.

She actually isn’t so bad, now that I’m getting to know her. She’s just a little messy on the outside. But aren’t we all?

It is not a single cowardice that drives us into fiction’s fantasies. We often fear that literature is a game we can’t afford to play — the product of idleness and immoral ease. In the...

While we read a novel, we are insane—bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren’t there, we hear their voices… Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.

I think biography can be more personal than fiction, and certainly can be more expressive.

Is where you’re from the place you’re leaving or where you have roots?

But now she could not bear the way she sounded. She was not a person anyone could love….And thus fled to her room. There she wept, bitterly, an ugly sound punctuated by great gulps. She...

Sometimes strange fiction, becomes grim reality.

Aunt Rosa, a fussy, angular, wild-eyed old lady, who had lived in a tremulous world of bad news, bankruptcies, train accidents, cancerous growths—until the Germans put her to death, together with all the people she...

A film is – or should be – more like music than like fiction. It should be a progression of moods and feelings. The theme, what’s behind the emotion, the meaning, all that comes later.

I thought a lighthouse is out at sea.

The cry that ‘fantasy is escapist’ compared to the novel is only an echo of the older cry that novels are ‘escapist’ compared with biography, and to both cries one should make the same answer:...

If something is going to happen to me, I want to be there.

Every good book should be entertaining. A good book will be more; it must not be less. Entertainment…is like a qualifying examination. If a fiction can’t provide that, we may be excused from inquiring into...

This isn’t your world. It’s your parents. Your world is still out there, waiting to be discovered. Always remember that.

I found myself intent on keeping the memories of the year to myself.[…]I didn’t want to share them. Because I didn’t want to dilute them

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.

The type of mind that can understand good fiction is not necessarily the educated mind, but it is at all times the kind of mind that is willing to have its sense of mystery deepened...

As a man, I instantly became aware of the gold in her hair, her height measured against mine, and how easily she’d fit in my arms. ~Ren

Humans like stories. Humans need stories. Stories are good. Stories work. Story clarifies and captures the essence of the human spirit. Story, in all its forms—of life, of love, of knowledge—has traced the upward surge...

After a moment, Wrath turned to John. “This is Lassiter, the fallen angel. One of the last times he was here on earth, there was a plague in central Europe-“”Okay, that was so not my...