It takes skill to win a battle, but brains to win a war.

Love is not a forest fire that burns intensely,hotly and out of control for a brief moment until,its expendable fuel spent,it sputters,seeking in vain for something else to consume,to sustain itself before, finally,it dies:cold, black...

A fit, healthy body—that is the best fashion statement

The sun does not abandon the moon to darkness.

That’s the way life takes us,’ Elleke once said. ‘It takes us like this, then it turns us over and takes us like that.’ What she didn’t say was that through it all we manage...

I don’t feel the need to prove myself by writing the next generational novel.

No matter how many miles I move away, my love will always remain within the boundary of your heartLines from Love Vs Destiny…

The threat of war hung on the air like a thick fog and it blinded him until he could see nothing beyond the haze. Even the stars grew faint.

Kuandika hadithi ni kitu kimoja. Kuweka kanuni za fasihi katika hadithi ni kitu kingine.

Death is the Inevitable Price We Must Pay.

So? I know lots of beautiful women. Nova wanted to chase… I merely obliged her by running.

Certe volte è difficile stabilire se è l’alba o il tramonto. Qui il sole è sempre lo stesso. Quando è vicino all’orizzonte comincia ad adagiarsi, come felice di una morte a lungo aspettata. Oppure, se...

Di satu masa, rasa itu pernah ada. Hanya saja, kita terlambat untuk menyadarinya.

The warmth of our bodies began to melt my frozen heart bit by bit.

She couldn’t read his expression. As he started toward her, she recalled the way he’d seemed to glide through the sand the first time she’d ever seen him; she remembered their kiss on the boat...

Failures Are The Cornerstones Of Success!

My head’ll explode if I continue with this escapism.

Another nine percent is mediocre, and then there are those rare gems that are actually useable.

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.

Dracula can sustain many interpretations and exists in many phantasmal forms… and Johnny Alucard is my attempt to explore the multiplicity of Draculas unloosed on the world in the long wake of Stoker’s novel.

You can’t get the blood out.

I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.

Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling.

Taken together the Internet reads like the grandest character-driven novel humanity has ever known. Not much plot though.

Tesadüflerin oyuncağı olacak olduktan sonra ne diye bir irademiz vardı? Kullanamadıktan sonra göğsümüzü dolduran hisler ve kafamızdaki düşünceler neye yarardı?

Stop looking for your better half! You need to be whole to attract your better whole, if you expect to have a flourishing relationship.

I did not know at first that it would be a series; I discovered after the first novel that I had more to say about it, so I did another. And another, and then the...

Part of what I love about novels and dogs is that they are so beautifully oblivious to economic concerns. We serve them, and in return they thrive. It’s not their responsibility to figure out where...

Above his head at street level, he saw an angled aileron of a scarlet Porsche, its jaunty fin more or less at the upper edge of his window frame. A pair of very soft, clean...

Dün akşam yemekte, kocam bana Türk korsanlarından söz etti, savaş ortamından yararlanıp İspanyol gemilerini tutsak alıyorlarmış.- Korkmadığımı mı sanıyorsun?

But there is no doubt that to attempt a novel of ideas is to give oneself a handicap: the parochialism of our culture is intense. For instance, decade after decade bright young men and women...

The bourgeois novel is the greatest enemy of truth and honesty that was ever invented.

I want to gather up all the ink cartridges in the universe, because somewhere, mixed in with all that ink, is the next great American novel. And I’d love nothing more than to drink it.

If my shadow were made of ink, I’d kill it and use it to write a dark novel. Possibly a story about fractional banking.

I think all artists struggle to represent the geometryof life in their own way, just like writers deal witharchetypes. There are only so many stories that you cantell, but an infinite number of storytellers.

When the evening was over, Anne could not but be amused at the idea of her coming to Lyme, to preach patience and resignation to a young man whom she had never seen before; nor...

… isn’t breaking a supervillian out of jail a little … much?

One of the things about writing that inspires–and impresses me, is the music words can make. And, like music, the spaces between the notes can mean as much as the notes themselves. — The Jesus...

It must take a lot of self-discipline,’ she said.’Oh, I don’t know. I don’t have much.’ He felt himself about to say again, and unable to resist saying, that ‘Dumas, I think it was Dumas,...

Romantic waves beat deep in my chest of playful untouchable thoughts of you… As dreams are the threads I weave with care the path for you to me…the sky above lagoon with lovely lights, soft...

The woman you thought you talked to was like one out of my novels, nothing more than a dream, and illusion I conjured to feel better. That’s all I ever will be, unable to be...

Although many things may still need to happen before you identify what your exact work will be, I know that every single person whom you’re meeting and every experience that you’re having is necessary to...

Novel writing is solitary work.

The people inside the gym didn’t stand a dead drunk’s chance.

‘Can’t you see what they are?’ I said. ‘They’re all dead.’

Sexual frenzy is our compensation for the tedious moments we must suffer in the passage of life. ‘Nothing in excess,’ professed the ancient Greeks. Why if I spend half the month in healthy scholarship and...

If the novel is dead, I’m a necrophiliac.

Lyra marveled at the effect hope could have.

The White Hand did not fry all the brain. He fried somefrom the right hemisphere and some from the left. Theremaining brain, The White Hand wrapped in tin foil,carefully. Tomorrow is, after all, another day,...

English. That was where I met him.