When you are young, hone your craft and write shorter pieces instead of novels, because it’s really hard to finish a novel.

Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide. I want you to be free, but it is your sorrow that has made a slave of me… I wish to know how to keep you… You...

I think: perhaps the sky is a huge sea of fresh water and we, instead of walking under it, walk on top of it; perhaps we see everything upside down and the earth is a...

As girls, we will do anything for the person whom we love. We will scale buildings in the rain or run through fire if it means saving our love’s life. There is absolutely nothing more...

That thought probably has occurred to Socrates too.

The sound of him drinking was indescribable—like dirty runoff down a storm drain.

A riverless silence made the air heavy.

Mee and Ow sat in the shade of a mango tree and were doing their make-up. Both of them wore gloves that reached all the way up to their elbows, to keep the tropical sun...

If I had followed every urge I ever had, I would have had much more sex and killed a lot more people

The moment I close my eyes, I see you and sleep vanishes. I’m awake the entire night, revisiting ourmemories together. The night seems to stretch on forever.

It seemed as if the mountains, wave after wave of them, were like the sea, going outward forever into distance, till, far away, they became engulfed in clouds, and joined—mountain and sky in one. Standing...

aku tak habis mengerti, mengapa orang-orang gampang sekali mengata-ngatai pemerintah. Kalau bicara, sekehendak hatinya saja. Apa mereka kira gampang mengelola negara? Mengurusi ratusan juta manusia? Yang semuanya tak bisa diatur. Kalau mereka sendiri yang disuruh...

Relate comic things in pompous fashion. Irregularity, in other words the unexpected, the surprising, the astonishing, are essential to and characteristic of beauty. Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony. The blend of the grotesque...

Bir ressam için en ideal olanı, Pantheon’un *oculus’ü gibidir.Yüksekten gelen ışık modelin yüzüne, hatta o anlamsız çirkin yüze bile, tatlı bir hava, sanatçının istediği biçimde işleyeceği bir tür güzellik katacaktır…*oculus: (Latince) Mercek, cam.

A great book increases my heartbeat as if I’m prey, melts my insides in anticipation of a first kiss, immerses me in its depths.

He thought, that all men, trickled away, changing constantly, until they finally dissolved, while the artist-created images remained unchangeably the same. He thought that the fear of death was perhaps the root of all art,...

Sometime rhetoric was just another way to lie and impress persons, and he knew this

Ah, yeah. Yeah, tis awful all right. Well, your Mam wanted me to talk to you about it, but…’He stopped; he didn’t know what else to say.‘Yeah? Ah, I know the score, Dad. She wants...

Bana hiç acımayın… Biz, sıradan insanlar, yalnız bir sefer ölürüz. Ama büyük adamlar iki sefer ölürler. Birinci sefer bu dünyayı bırakıp göçtükleri, ikinci sefer de bıraktıkları eserler, yıkılıp kaybolduğu zaman.

If we know ourselves, and know our hearts, we’re always home, anywhere.

How flat all sounds are at the seaside, flat and yet emphatic, like the sound of gunshots heard at a distance.

With the right tools, you can write anything …

You Don’t Have To Be A Crook To Be Successful!

When he told F. of his disgust at the eyelid’s movement, he must have been sixteen. When he decided to study medicine, he must have been nineteen; by then, having already signed on to the...

Tonight I am going to smoke my way to heaven!

Be careful what you tell me. You could end up in my next novel.

This was a crime of passion, but unlike most crimes of passion, it had been meticulously and diabolically well-planned.

Karena bahagia untuk sesuatu yang tidak nyata itu lebih buruk ketimbang membenci kenyataan yang jelas-jelas ada.

Drive. He’s already dead.

And when her lips met mine, I knew that I could live to be a hundred and visit every country in the world, but nothing would ever compare to that single moment when I first...

I noticed him right away. No, it wasn’t his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn’t the slim, collarless biker...

I do not share the pessimism of the age about the novel. They are one of our greatest spiritual, aesthetic and intellectual inventions. As a species it is story that distinguishes us, and one of...

If you write a novel alone you sit and you weave a little narrative. And it’s O.K., but it’s of no account.

It was his experience that life worked under the same guidelines as a capitalistic society. In order to get what you wanted, it was usually necessary to give up something in return. Sometimes gaining what...

Cinta masih sama, tetapi keadaan memaksa untuk bersikap berbeda

But Cait, The Hulk has requested my absence. I believe it best if I cooperate.

All together—move!

I swear from the bottom of my heart I want to be healed. I want to be like other men, not this outcast whom nobody wants.

Adolescence is like a heavy rain. Even though you catch a cold from it, you still look forward to experiencing it once again.(From ‘In Those Bygone Years, The Girl We All Went After’ the novel)

I wrote a novel. It’s called ‘The Middlesteins.’ It’s fiction. It’s not a memoir. I’m not a spokesperson.

Berhentilah mencari laki-laki untuk membuatmu baagia.Mulailah menjadi perempuan bahagia yang dicari laki-laki.

Cinta itu seperti sulaman. Nggak semua cinta terajut dengan indah… Suatu saat mungkin kita akan kehabisan benang, dan harus berhenti di tengah jalan. Mungkin pula ketika kita merajut, tangan ini akan terluka, tertusuk oleh jarumnya....

I don’t believe in writer’s block. Who can function working seven days a week at at job. It’s the same with writing. Take a break and let the words come to you. It rarely comes...

As writers we live life twice, like a cow that eats its food once and then regurgitates it to chew and digest it again. We have a second chance at biting into our experience and...

What is realized in the novel is the process of coming to know one’s own language as it is perceived in someone else’s language, coming to know one’s own belief system in someone else’s system.

I suppose it’s not a social norm, and not a manly thing to do — to feel, discuss feelings. So that’s what I’m giving the finger to. Social norms and stuff…what good are social norms,...

I was beginning to understand something I couldn’t articulate. It was a jazzy feeling in my chest, a fluttering, a kind of buzzing in my brain. Warmth. Life. The circulation of blood. Sanguinity. I don’t...

I never want a girl to lose all hope that her life can’t completely turn around, even if she feels that she is at the edge, standing on one foot, and ready to say goodbye.

I wrote my first novel, ‘Deadline,’ in 1994 as an experiment.

I recalled something I’d read a long time ago about Satan. When he appeared, it wouldn’t be as a demon but as an ordinary-looking guy with a convincing message of peace.