When I was writing for children, I was writing genre fiction. It was like making a good chair. It needed four legs of the same length, it had to be the right height and it...

It is untrue that fiction is nonutilitarian. The uses of fiction are synonymous with the uses of literature. They include refreshment, clarification of life, self-awareness, expansion of our range of experiences, and enlargement of our...

All the great novels are about obsession and people who are obsessed.

Maybe weakness is a strength of a kind.

No–one believes they’re a hero. But that doesn’t mean they’re not heroic – Captain Spectre.

Lore is my favorite kind of story. Because it’s not only historical, it’s a lie everyone knows is a lie but tells anyway. I love that. Of course every story I tell is true. Completely...

I know that there are many essential biological differences between the sexes, of course. But not so many ‘culturally-mandated’ differences. In First World countries we’ve evolved beyond mere biology -it isn’t the fate of the...

There was an image in my mind—an expectation of what it would be like when I finally gave myself fully to a man. It wasn’t like this. It was always at night with candles flickering...

Evil knows its time to end is soon at hand, hence why it is more than determined to succeed.

And whose rules will choose to you follow? God’s? Or man’s? You say you want to break the outmoded patterns and crate a new model? Then do it. That is part of your destiny, boy.

When feeling came back, in a storm of color and force and sensation, the most you could do was hold on to the person beside you and hope you could weather it. Alex closed her...

It is the case that, albeit to a lesser extent, all fictions make their readers live “the impossible”, taking them out of themselves, breaking down barriers, and making them share, by identifying with the characters...

Mungkin seharusnya aku menulis buku motivasi saja, mengutip ucapan para tokoh besar dunia dan meramunya dengan sedikit kisah perjuanganku menggapai mimpi. Pasar pembaca seperti itu tampaknya lebih luas—ada terlalu banyak orang yang sebentar-sebentar harus disuapi...

Don’t forget to wind the restricted clock and put the confidential cat out.

His allure, as he stood there, his face, even with the red swollen eyes, everything about him was gorgeous.

Sometimes you have to let go a little bit and travel the path of least resistance but this doesn’t mean that you quit when things get tough, as you are working towards a goal! It...

And she knows then that she was right about her brother, that it takes an unbelievable strength to feel this kind of grief, and she doesn’t know if she can handle it, because it really...

I was trying to have an insight, and all I could think of was that I’d backed myself into a corner, and the corner was me.

And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love,that trust.

You wanted us all back together again!” Bonnie shouted at Caroline, and pulled the scandalized girl into the dance. Meredith, her dignity forgotten, joined them too. And for a long time in the clearing there...

Jesus honey, your husband ain’t dead, he’s in hiding.” He growled, watching her visibly flinch. – Jase Devlin

Outside the Bar Del Prado, night was coming on like a hopeless, drunken come-on, tequila on its breath, red neon signs and, outside the shops, strings of colored Christmas lights hung from the eaves like...

Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. “I’m Tally Youngblood,” she said. “make me pretty.

Literature is the real life of imaginary people.

To write your dreams of fantasy, is to create fantasy in another’s dreams

Fiction doesn’t tell us something we don’t know, it tells us something we know but don’t know that we know.

You aren’t the only pilot I have in my service. And you aren’t the only person with a dark past, though the illegal things that you did, you were forced to do by the Core....

The kind of fiction I’m trying to write is about telling the truth.

Remember that human wisdom is madness in the eyes of God. But if we listen to the child who lives in our soul, our eyes will grow bright

Wawashkeshthese apples arefor you,red on the whitesnow,their cider tangwill find youin the gray woods.There is a storyhow a snakeoffered an apple,so sweet, so cold,those bite wassorrow.–excerpt from Eric Gadzinski’s poem “Wawashkeshgiwis” from The Way North

The northern star changes its position every ten thousand years, but friendships can last for all eternity.— RJPeters

Pluto claimed that in ancient times, all humans had been a combination of male and female. Each person had two heads, four arms, four legs. Supposedly, these combo-humans had been so powerful they made the...

No,” she breathes. The smell of her turns to spice, sharp and warm, and I know I’m sensing her now, even through the block in the house.We stand like that for an eternity, still as...

For it is probable that when people talk aloud, the selves (of which there may be more than two thousand) are conscious of disserverment, and are trying to communicate but when communication is established there...

The door wasn’t closing. Shiloh’s spirit opened up as she considered the possibilities.

Identity was everything, but it seemed I never had one. (Jessica)

I never look at a painting and ask, “Is this painting fictional or non-fictional?” It’s just a painting.

In writing, there is art. And in art, there is craft …

You asked why the rate hate Overlanders so deeply. It is because they know one will be the warrior of the prophecy,” said Vikus.”Oh, I see,” said Gregor. “So, when’s he coming?”Vikus fixed his eyes...

To give herself a measure of credible autonomy, she had decided to invent a husband. Then, in a subsequent flash of inspiration, she had just as quickly killed him off.

Writing fiction is a way of expressing feelings and revealing a certain truth about life, goals, dreams and desires.

When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go, you’re with me always.

I am certain that a novelist is someone who attributes a different reality-value to the characters and events of his story than to those of ‘real’ life. A novelist is someone who confuses his own...

Mer—mermaids. There are fish with women’s bodies or—women with fish bodies sitting upon the rocks. I—I never knew…

Without stories, we’d have even more trouble recognizing what’s real.

Birine aşık olunca, ömrün boyunca onu aramışsın da sonunda bulmuşsun gibi, geçmişini tekrar kurgularsın. Basit tesadüfler aşkın ilahi gücünün işareti olur çıkar. Şimdi buraya yazınca bak ne kadar gülünç olacak: Lise sonda aşık olduğum kızın...

All the clues are there in front of us,hidden under a veil,we cannot get the clue by searching for,we have to search for the veil instead.

From a distance,’ he says, ‘my car looks just like every other car on the freeway, and Sarah Byrnes looks just like the rest of us. And if she’s going to get help, she’ll get...

Fiction in general holds little interest for me. Novels, in particular, arouse more suspicion than intrigue. It truly baffles me that any practitioner of make-believe should (especially in this day and age) feel the need...

He takes two steps back. Closer to the portal.I can’t stop myself. “Ben,” I call. And I’m not even embarrassed about how helpless my voice sounds.Don’t go.”I’ll come back for you.” He takes another step...