just in case” like many other petrified atheists.

Write about the thing that scares you most or your most private confession and you’ll never have a problem coming up with decent fiction.

She took refuge on the firm ground of fiction, through which indeed there curled the blue river of truth.

I am enlightened.

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath…He’s always,always in my...

In life, when you have a partner–someone you can rely on and trust with everything that you are–there isn’t anything you can’t accomplish. I will always be there for you, if you let me.

Oh, yeah. I definitely have attention deficient demon.

Ready yourselves!’ Mullone heard himself say, which was strange, he thought, for he knew his men were prepared.A great cry came from beyond the walls that were punctuated by musket blasts and Mullone readied himself...

Well,’ the Goddess said, ‘your heart didn’t heal straight the last time it broke. So we’ll break it again and reset it so it heals straight this time.

As one of the little streams starts snaking my way, inching closer to the toe of my shoe, I hop over the spreading puddle and out of its reach. I don’t look back to see...

I imagined the sound of whips on black backs and the roar of the overseer over the cry of mothers being separated from their babies. I pulled on all the strength I had not to...

Karena jika mengendapkannya, itu sama saja dia masih meletakkan gadis itu di dalam hatinya, di dalam memorinya. Dia masih akan mengingat wajah gadis itu, dan hal seperti ini bukan hal yang bagus untuk kehidupannya nanti.

Life really is a story, and every story comes to an end. At the same time, it seems we all leave in the middle of our own stories. It’s who we become that gives the...

Fiction is art and art is the triumph over chaos… to celebrate a world that lies spread out around us like a bewildering and stupendous dream.

You… are the symbol of the revolution that will transform Aryavarta; you are the one who has brought us to this.– Panchali Draupadi

The pursuit of truth, not of facts, is the business of fiction.

You’ve left me alone to deal with this situation, and now we’re being dealt the consequences.”I swore I heard Tom growl. I actually pulled the phone from my ear to stare at it to make...

And gag you,” Joseph cheerfully reminded them.

The one-eyed man watched them go, and then he went through the iron shed to his shack behind. It was dark inside. He felt his way to the mattress on the floor, and he stretched...

And remember this most of all: when it is darkest, that is when you can see the stars most clearly.

It was always this way: The more people talked, the more they obscured. You didn’t need to argue for the truth. You could see it.

From the cave to the skyscraper, from the club to weapons of mass destruction, from the tautological life of the tribe to the era of globalization, the fictions of literature have multiplied human experiences, preventing...

I don’t know what issues concerning identity have helped contemporary fiction evolve to what it is now. All I know is that the range of voices that are being heard and published is a lot...

My mortgage isn’t getting any cheaper and I can’t run that Ferrari on faith alone,” Reverend Jones said. “Don’t get me wrong, the Big Man upstairs does what he can but I’ve never once seen...

Marika could feel herself cocking the trigger of a loaded gun and pointing it at herself, because the truth could be too shocking a revelation, something that would shake their lives to the core… but...

You battled monsters. You sweat and cried your way to this one prolific moment where you finally realize that those dark days and sleepless nights were pre-requisites to your becoming.

Fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look out through other eyes. And then in the tale we stop before we die, or we die vicariously and unharmed, and...

When the boy was with his father in the house outside of the city, he was drilled about visitors to the apartment. His father took careful notes. Were there men? he said. And all the...

Conventional wisdom may not be wise.Good fortune and bad luck do not exist.Freedom of choice is predetermined.Don’t believe anything you read!

Bonnie, believe in me. I’ll save you.I remember how to fly.

The regrets about all she had let go flooded her. Where had all that enterprise gone? All that energy? Why had she never traveled? Or had more sex when she could? She had bleached and...

What evil has he done?” But the crowd shouts all the louder for Jesus’s death. “Crucify him! Crucify him!” (Mark 15:1–20). The scene is absolutely nonsensical. Never mind that outside the gospels there exists not...

They played, not beautifully but deep, ignoring their often discordant strings and striking right into the heart of the music they knew best, the true notes acting as their milestones. On the poop above their...

As a girl, she had come to believe in the ideal man — the prince or knight of her childhood stories. In the real world, however, men like that simply didn’t exist.

Strength and victory… What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.

The other raised his club and attacked L, who inexpliciably fell over on his back like an overturned frog.

In the beginning we start with roses. The king’s flower right? Only they wilt in less than a day, especially when exposed to the elements. But Carnations? Oh, what a beautiful flower. They come in...

The features of character are carved out of adversity.

Ah, dear Reader, is there a married man living who hasn’t purged his drawers and closets of premarital memorabilia, only to have one more incriminating relic from yester-life rear its lovely head? Kristy contends that...

The story you are about to read is a work of fiction. Nothing – and everything – about it is real.

And the game of dominoes is much like life: You gotta play the bones you’ve pulled. It don’t matter if you got seven doubles in your damn hand.

…and still the hands did their trick, like over-eager dogs that want to do their rolling—over trick for you not once or twice but all night.

The writing of solid, instructive stuff fortified by facts and figures is easy enough. There is no trouble in writing a scientific treatise on the folk-lore of Central China, or a statistical enquiry into the...

When reading dies, the imagination soon follows.

That’s why literature is so fascinating. It’s always up for interpretation, and could be a hundred different things to a hundred different people. It’s never the same thing twice.

One moment of true happiness was worth all the moments of pain. (Jessica)

Religion is probably, after sex, the second oldest resource which human beings have available to them for blowing their mind.

If a woman were elected president, would our nation expect her husband to be the official White House host?

It was just a word. It took nothing from him. It made him feel only as low as he allowed himself to feel. His own brother used it in conversation habitually. But not in the...

life is not about being fearless its about controlling your fears