Mind you, after your silly debutantes have finished their proper posture and walking lessons, tell them it never killed any young lady to remove the book from off the top of her head and open...

A novelist’s job is almost to be a stupid as possible, except in the cunning moment when you need to structure something, when you need to be very intelligent indeed. The rest of the time,...

medium of profoundly serious investigation into the human case.

Dünyanın bir tarafında bir yerde, bir piyango çekiliyor, savaş yapılıyor ve hepimizin alınyazısı da böylece uzak­larda belirtiliyordu.

In inventing [General Juan Manuel de] Rosas’ self-justification, I have taken the liberty of drawing almost exclusively on the words of Tony Blair, and the various self-justifications he produced to defend his foreign policy adventures...

Writing a novel is like having a dream.

I’m not a lawyer, but I play one in my novel COPYRIGHT. I also play a serial rapist, a drug addict, a teenage boy and lesbian model.

I Don’t Waste My Time Doing Crosswords, As My Life Is The Only Puzzle I Care To Resolve!

A novel does not assert anything, a novel poses questions… The stupidity of people comes from having an answer for everything. When Don Quixote went out into the world, that world turned into a mystery...

We all have a book in us. The first step is recognising this. Writing it is a whole new journey.

Being a Dream Girl is never going to be about what you look like or how much you weigh. After all, our physical appearances are just reflections of our inner worlds. What makes you a...

Los pájaros se entierran en pleno cielo. Incluso la más elegante de las nubes está repleta de sus cuerpecitos yertos.Se dice que de cada 10.189 gotas de lluvia, 1 sería la lágrima de un pájaro...

The sight of her made him understand why he’d lost his faith in God.

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

and all I could think was that I would like to spend every morning for the rest of my life waking up beside her

He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face.

There’s something so great about this,” she whispers. About what?” I whisper back.About this,” she whispers. About being outlaws. It’s just you and me—against the world.

A picture’s worth a thousand words. But a single word can make you think of over a thousand pictures in your mind, over a thousand moments, a thousand memories.

Time had taught him that whether his sins were pardoned or left unforgiven, they would remain committed. Tomorrow he would hopefully choose wiser, with a stronger measure of compassion.

Isn’t post-modernism really one big cover-up for the failure of the French to write a truly interesting novel ever since a sports car ate Albert Camus?

Someone once told me that we move when it becomes less painful than staying where we are”.

If you love somebody then tell them how you feel dont be scared of their reaction or rejection life is too short. you should take a chance and if things dont work out as you...

The rhythm of fraught footsteps and fervent heartbeat orchestrated a symphony of anticipation and dread.

Grandpa said that we could solve a lot of the world’s problems if we considered cats and dogs edible. Like the neighbor’s dog who goes to the bathroom in his flower garden. And know what...

There are tales that rise like the early sun, breathe, and take on a life of their own. There are ones that flow quietly and effortlessly until time forsakes them, but there are others that...

Like I’ve told you before, Beverly, I don’t care where we live as long as we’re together.” Vance… “The Elder Effect

Don’t be offended if you encounter some good-natured ribbing; the idea ofwriting a novel in a month deserves to be laughed at.

Love is a struggle, hard to get and hard to leave.

Not writing is never an option. This is not words of advice. It’s just literally never an option!

It’s hard for me to think of writing a novel, because it takes so long.

I made up my mind right then what I really wanted in my life. It was comfort of a home and a family. But more than that, I wanted love. I wanted love to surround...

Please, touch me, I pray.

Les djihadistes ont massacré les innocents et entendent désormais tuer l’amour.

The only way that you can identify and then fulfill your life’s purpose is for you to love yourself, charge up your life and serve the world.

I like to take certain aspects of genre fiction and modify them in my own way. ‘Your Republic Is Calling You’ follows the form of a spy novel, but it leads readers into a world...

What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.

I likened her to the slender PSYCHÉ and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: The dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened...

Believe me, I knew you enjoyed it without voicing it that way. It was like your body screamed for me to take you.”All too true, but I didn’t like it to be told aloud. I...

Conocía las respuestas a casi todas las preguntas que él mismo formulaba. Así la vida era más sencilla.

The lively oral storytelling scene in Scots and Gaelic spills over into the majority English-speaking culture, imbuing it with a strong sense of narrative drive that is essential to the modern novel, screenplay and even...

As I build sentences, I roll them sometimes on my mouth to taste them as I write them. I have this emptying of the mind and the focusing on that single thing, that infinitesimal moment...

«She had Google, and she had Wikipedia. She could look up anything obscure, any words or phrases that she didn’t understand. A romance novel was just a book, while the Internet was the Internet. The...

İdam sehpasının birkaç metre ötesinden, Saint-Jean-Decolle tarikatından dört keşiş, siyah kukuletaları, kaba kumaştan giysileri içinde, idam mahkûmlarına işkence yapılmasından sorumlu bu dört din adamı, mahkûmlar kilisesinden, Beatrice’in babasının ikinci eşini -baba katlinde suç ortağı ve...

Misunderstanding and distrust—the predominant elements of a novel. Without them, everyone lives happily from beginning.

Pressed against her I can hear eternity — hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered “Hush”.

The world is always full of the sound of waves.The little fishes, abandoning themselves to the waves, dance and sing, and play, but who knows the heart of the sea, a hundred feet down? Who...

Long novels written today are perhaps a contradiction: the dimension of time has been shattered, we cannot love or think except in fragments of time each of which goes off along its own trajectory and...

Any self-defense class worth its salt will tell you thatyou don’t pull out a weapon unless you intend to use it.The same should apply to ballsy remarks.

No sé, todavía qué es lo que separa el aprecio del amor.