When I began to write fiction that I knew would be published as science fiction, [and] part of what I brought to it was the critical knowledge that science fiction was always about the period...

Bad writing is more than a matter of shit syntax and faulty observation; bad writing usually arises from a stubborn refusal to tell stories about what people actually do― to face the fact, let us...

High in the hazy sky, the snowfkakes looked tiny and all alike, but as they drifted past the narrow window of the sewing room, all were unique – long or round or triangular – as...

You know there’s this gaping space between us, and if I leaned forward I’d grab Dex’s shirt without ever touching him. You know there’s a three-inch-thick glass wall separating us.Now we know, too.

I stole you, among others, from the streets of God’s birthplace. I forced you to work as a slave. Imprisoned, mistreated and starved you and your companion. To top it off, I am in the...

I’ve always felt that good writing does not have to be literary.

I didn’t even have a name for her, shade or human, but I didn’t need one to know her. (Eric)

Over the years I have forged intimate familial ties with these characters, who are reflections of a portion of myself. Consequently, even a character who appeared only once in a short story waits now in...

All stories have a curious and even dangerous power. They are manifestations of truth — yours and mine. And truth is all at once the most wonderful yet terrifying thing in the world, which makes...

It would be easier to write a novel without reader input, but I feel the fiction is richer for it.

I have always held the old-fashioned opinion that the primary object of work of fiction should be to tell a story.

A man who admits that dwarfs and giants and talking beasts and witches are still dear to him in his 50-third year is now less likely to be praised for his perennial youth than scorned...

What are you doing with all these books?” I asked, stepping towards a tall stack on the floor. I ran my fingers down the spines, recognizing a few familiar titles from School: Heart of Darkness,...

Fiction can do more than entertain you; it can change you

A small white rabbit with floppy ears and a twitching pink nose bounded out from the thick forest brush. Fingers twitching at his side, James stepped toward the small animal, a nervous giddiness creeping up...

There’s so much to learn. So much to enjoy. So terribly much to be curious about. Take your life and run with it. Make a habit of being alive. This much of anything, I have...

When writing fiction, you learn to only put things and characters in, that are going to progress your story. There is something to be learned about that approach in real life

Cinta hanyalah sebuah cerita yang mencoba membahagiakan para tokoh tanpa tahu ending-nya bagaimana.

Arvid se levantó para irse. —¡No, siéntate! –¡siéntate!, ¡siéntate!—. Si hubiera habido algún perro presente, éste se hubiera sentado de inmediato”.

With every fall of the sun and rise of the moon, I can hear it. The Prophecy. It echoes through the halls of time. It is written on the surface of every star. Even the...

It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.

She was like a landscape you see from the train, and you want to stop just there.

There is no excuse for anyone to write fiction for public consumption unless he has been called to do so by the presence of a gift. It is the nature of fiction not to be...

A human lifeIs the time that happenswhileThe Earth takes a breakFor you to livebetweenInhaling and exhaling your soulfrom the un-endless spaceNamed infinity

I likes me some ‘Shit Blows Up’ fiction, don’t get me wrong.

The city was a machine of its own, continuously producing. We were constantly pumped out through its assembly line, in different forms or models. We came hardwired with different stories, dark secrets, vices, and defects....

Under fun’s new administration, writing fiction becomes a way to go deep inside yourself and illuminate precisely the stuff you don’t want to see or let anyone else see, and this stuff usually turns out...

Do not forget about the butterflies.

Writing fiction feels like an adventurous act, nudging aside reality a word at a time.

Literature differs from life in that life is amorphously full of detail, and rarely directs us toward it, wheras literature teaches us to notice. Literature makes us better noticers of life; we get to practice...

We breathe too fast to be able to grasp things in themselves or to expose their fragility. Our panting postulates and distorts them, creates and disfigures them, and binds us to them. I bestir myself,...

Even in the world of make-believe there have to be rules. The parts have to be consistent and belong together.

Try to be someone upon whom nothing is lost!

They say that right before you die your whole life flashes before you – a medley of your own personal greatest hits. Well then, I must be about to live, because events that haven’t happened...

N-no doubt.” I smirked again.

It was as if – this something I thought of only later, of course – she was gently peeling back one layer after another that covered a person’s heart, a very sensual feeling.

Fiction, with its preference for what is small and might elsewhere seem irrelevant; its facility for smuggling us into another skin and allowing us to live a new life there; its painstaking devotion to what...

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.

It is in the elements that we found ourselves; even though the elements are not the same today.

You earned it. Now, if I can just save your life twenty or thirty more times…We might actually be able to call it even.

Democrats and Republicans were essentially the same party with different faces and that was why, no matter how many promises each leader made, significant change rarely transpired.

A microbe is more deadly than a minotaur

Once I finished reading a good book, it gives me a hard time coping up with reality.

It made a romantic tale. The young rouge, cheating death, returning to his grieving lover. But in reality? Ashyn had always known life did not resemble one of her book stories or Moria’s bard tales,...

Beauty and perfection do not guarantee grace and fulfillment and are always sacrificed. Life itself seems a ritual of sacrifice, and the world the alter on which plants and animals lay down their own lives...

She’d felt it before, she felt it now: the pull to fall in with him, to fall into him, to lose her sense of self.

So if you want to keep me around, I expect more tweed.

Yes, hello ex-girlfriend Sara. And might I add: law-breaker? Who let you out of your cage? Don’t you know Joseph has a restraining order against you?

Collecting the Wings Of Pain ~ The Sordid Stings Of Love Is all I Gain- Munish Maya

If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.