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.

Life is a great novel, discovering your calling is the far better sequel

The novel is a penetrating study of morals and ethics.

Ladies sheltering behind men, men sheltering behind servants – the whole system’s wrong, and she must challenge it.

Besides it’s not as though the prisoner can truly die, any more than a character in a novel can. You can always flip back to the first page, can’t you?

Pembalasan paling indah yang sangat pedih adalah lewat novel.

The dominant primordial beast was strong in Buck

Novels are written word by word. If you can write a word, and then another word, you can write a novel—assuming your novel will be two words long. Here’s a two-word romance novel: I do....

Life was transparent, literature opaque. Life was open, literature a closed system. Life was composed of things, literature of words. Life was what it appeared to be: if you were afraid your plane would crash...

Try everything; listen to everyone. Follow no one. You are your own story guru!

Rahasia itu, Nduk,” kata Eyang lagi, “seperti kain lurik. Kita pakai di badan kita seperti ndak apa-apa di permukaan, tetapi hangatnya menyelimuti tubuh. Itu akan membuat kita ora tergantung kepada siapapun. Jangan mudah takut.

I’m Tiny And My Reach Is Limited. I Can Give YOU Only What I Have And Surely When I Give, I Don’t Keep Anything For Me. To YOU, It’s Nothing Probably As YOU’ve Got Everything....

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.

The most important thing I came to tell you is that I want your oath that you will keep an open mind…about everything that may seem impossible.

There are only two things in life,’ Bergé said. ‘Love and beauty.

It used to be that a novel would put you among people, tell you a story or stories, give you some sense of what it might be like to see a different cut-out and perspective...

People talk about survival. What they mean is killing the other guy.

She said, ‘It is filled with all the words for how I want you.

Probably not, but we can pretend.

Sentosa. Sounds romantic all right. So this is the progress you’re talking about?

But perhaps the greatest escapism of all is to take refuge in the domesticity of the past, the home that history and literature become, avoiding the one moment of time in which we are not...

He now realized that right and wrong were intertwined notions. His arms could not differentiate between just and unjust causes. They only knew that they were empty.

Qu’est-ce que le roman, en effet, sinon cet univers où l’action trouve sa forme, où les mots de la fin sont prononcés, les êtres livrés aux êtres, où toute vie prend le visage du destin....

Harta itu kayak pistol. Kalo kita sembarangaan ngasih pistol ke orang, tanpa dibimbing cara pemakaiannya dengan bijak, benda itu bisa merugikan pemegang dan orang di sekitarnya