People snare when I tell them that I’m an emotional prostitute. But after my rebuttal, they begin to realize that they are one too. Like me, they have pimped their emotions for the affections of...

Stunning is the fact that a novel idea proposed by a person ordinary is initially not liked often by his or her friends any, but suddenly many of them like if the same or similar...

Ama Kardinal Hazretleri, izin verirseniz söyleyeyim. Biz, öteki ressamlar ellerimizle konuşuruz…- Olmadı, diyerek araya girdi yeniden Arezzo Piskoposu, kafayla konuşuyorsunuz… Algı yoksa, düşünce de yoktur, görüntü de yok. Hatta aynı şekilde, şiir, konuşan resimdir… Resimse,...

You really thought I would give up that easy? I am a geek, Cassie, not a friggin’ wimp. It’s called the internet and how to videos.

For a moment he came near to sharing their incredible belief—it would do no harm to mutter a prayer of thanks to the God of his childhood, the God of the Common and the castle,...

Con Irene bisognava diluire. In un litro di silenzio le sue pretese si disperdevano lente, giorno dopo giorno, goccia dopo goccia. La rabbia lasciava spazio a nuove apprensioni che stendevano ligie il tappeto della riconciliazione,...

Look, I went to a lot of trouble to come here and try to help you. I’m in more trouble than I can guess, but if you don’t want my help… maybe I should have...

One should be able to return to the first sentence of a novel and find the resonances of the entire work.

Luka itu akan semakin membaik seiring dengan berjalannya waktu. Seiring memudarnya aku di hatimu.

It was past midnight. From the carpark of the apartment blocks, a human figure with an unsteady gait emerged.

I have a question for you. When you were a little boy, is this the man you dreamed of becoming?

I could not have asked for a better friends or a better life, but there’s a nasty trick about living. It happens at its own pace and in its own way and you never, never...

The ending is coming. I can feel it. I don’t know if I can take it this time. But then again, I say that every time and yet, every time I take it. And, I...

When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in bad condition in the particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments....

Recognize that you have been chosen to be alive, right now, at this exact moment in time and know that none of that is random. There is something about you, your past or your future...

A reader should encounter themselves in a novel, I think.

You shouldn’t have done that, Dave.

I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.

Looking back on my life, I sigh. The caprice of youth goes with the wind, I’ve no regrets.

And he always checks that he carries three things with him: faith, hope, and love.

The use of imaginative fiction is to deepen your understanding of your world, and your fellow men, and your own feelings, and your destiny.

Amar es ponerse al cuello el nudo corredizo de la ilusión; adorar a alguien mientras pareces asfixiarte. Pero incluso el amor no correspondido, el amor fugaz, es mejor que nada.

Prima nuntă. Primul vis împlinit. Iar ea, mireasa, parcă plutea pe-un nor, fiind toată numai z mbete. Era, cu-adevărat, cea mai frumoasă zi din viaţa ei!

Why must some of us deliberate between brands of toothpaste while others deliberate between damp dirt and bone dust to quiet the fire of an empty stomach lining?

Some stories aren’t black and white…

Now, my novel begins. No, now I begin my novel—and yet I cannot decide whether to call myself I or she.

El problema es que los humanos tienen el don de elegir precisamente las cosas que son peores para ellos.

Wow, you are super drunk.

I went on steadily trying to ‘find out how to’; but I wrote two or three novels without feeling that I had made much progress. It was not until I wrote “Ethan Frome” that I...

No pretendo que consientas mis palabras, de ser así, las escribiría de manera que pudieras comprenderlas.Sólo espero que las conserves, y las mantengas a la mano, o frescas en tu memoria, para que el día...

Laf aramızda, sen neden sinir krizi geçiriyorsun acaba? yani, bütün gücün kuvvetinle çöküntüye uğrayabiliyorsan eğer, neden aynı enerjiyi sapasağlam ayakta kalmak için harcamıyorsun?

Writing a novel is not merely going on a shopping expedition across the border to an unreal land: it is hours and years spent in the factories, the streets, the cathedrals of the imagination.

Everyone makes mistakes, but only a few could forgive. Padahal ada banyak kesalahan yang hanya perlu dimaafkan, bukan dihukum. An eye for an eye will make us all blind.

A novel examines not reality but existence. And existence is not what has occurred, existence is the realm of human possibilities, everything that man can become, everything he’s capable of. Novelists draw up the map...

«Je m’appelle Paloma, j’ai douze ans, j’habite au 7 rue de Grenelle dans un appartement de riches. Mais malgré toute cette chance et toute cette richesse, depuis très longtemps, je sais que la destination finale,...

If writers only dared to dare, a Suetonius or a Tacitus of the Novel could exist, for the Novel is essentially the history of manners, turned into a story and a play, as is History...

For the girl without words, there is laughter for what is light, gesture for want, and tears for all that is dark. There is not much more. Names are nothing but extravagance.

Rencana Allah selalu indah…

I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid.

More like an offer I’m hoping you can’t refuse.

La gente no acepta que se le diga sus verdades. Quieren que se crea sus lindas palabras o por lo menos que uno haga como si. Yo soy lúcida soy franca arranco las caretas. La...

If I had to rank my skills, I have a long way to go before I can write a good graphic novel.

I guess it’s true: it’s difficult for men to understand women.

We are all of the same substance, the same life. Though there are many differences between us, those are merely the shadows that delineate our boundaries. Our light is the same.

I don’t want what we’re doing to just end up as notes for a novel.

Life is about trusting your feelings and taking chances, losing and finding happiness, appreciating the memories, learning from the past, and realizing people change.

War is an infidel; it holds no loyalties, neither to king nor countryman. She is a whore, selling herself to the highest bidder. Victory is bought in blood and steel.

Do you think you could kill a person and not get all crazy about it?

Seperti sungai yg mendamba lautan. Ujungnya, hanya tinggal aku, tenggelam dalam kesedihan

I love the novel because it’s like a love affair. You can just fall into it and keep going, and you never know where it’s going to take you.