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.’

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.

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.

The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death.

Talk to me. Say something, anything,” he pleaded quietly as if he was trying to tame a wild animal.”There’s nothing to say.”He looked up and lowered his eyebrows on his eyes. “Why did you kiss...

His mind is like that. On the inside, where he never smiles.

When you think about the period in which Agatha Christie’s crime novels were written, they are actually quite edgy for the time.

El miedo no te apaga; sino que te despierta.

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

I’m gonna sit around here, stay away from there I’m gonna make pretend I just don’t care. I could get up, go get her back or maybe I’ll just let her go.Something beyond Love…lines from...

This was a Darkness born of fire.

Kids never jumped head first from the top ledge. Never. It seemed forever beforeStoney came back to the surface. Most of the white bubbles had already disappeared.

Ironically, in life, you sacrifice everything you love in the name of love”~ the motto of the romance novel Cupcakes and Cologne.

As we stood there, chest high in water, I felt like I was in the middle of my own romance novel.

an unhappy childhood.” Redwing had enjoyed a fine time growing up, but he wondered if this whole expedition was unfolding more like a novel, and would be blamed on one person, one character, the guy...

Apa kamu tidak bisa menerima takdir kalau kita akan selalu pergi bersama?

A poem can’t do its work if you only read snippets of it.