Speak up and speak clearly. I want to hear what you have to say because it matters. Let’s listen to each other and respect one another’s opinions. Although, they may be different, wisdom allows us...

As a fan of Agatha Christie, I think a brilliant mystery novel would be trying to identify the meat contents in a McDonald’s hamburger.

I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don’t have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they...

Since the moment when, at the sight of his beloved and dying brother, Levin for the first time looked at the questions of life and death in the light of the new convictions, as he...

The novel is born not of the theoretical spirit but of the spirit of humor.

Parenthood doesn’t improve one’s character, it exposes it.

I never want you to deny anything about yourself because you have grown up thinking it’s unacceptable or inconvenient for the people around you.

Are you sorry? Do you wish you could do it all again and go off and write novels instead of being a teacher?No. You can’t trade what is for what might have been.

I mean – what if my younger self should call my mother while I’m there visiting her? Is there really another version of me? Or by coming here from the future, did the younger me...

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.

For a moment, I wondered how different my life would have been had they been my parents, but I shook the thought away. I knew my father had done the best he could, and I...

Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.

I don’t write constantly; it’s two serials and a novel a year.

They all dreamt of each other that night, as was natural, considering how thin the partitions were between them, and how strangely they had been lifted off the earth to sit next each other in...

There were many tomorrows to be lived through his children. He could only hope that they would face them more courageously than he had, that his mistakes would serve as warning signs rather than crutches...

Güçlük var. Fakat imkansız değil. Biz şimdi bir aksülamel devrinde yaşıyoruz. Kendimizi sevmiyoruz. Kafamız bir yığın mukayeselerle dolu; Dede’yi, Wagner olmadığı için, Yunus’u, Verlaine, Baki’yi, Goethe ve Gide yapamadığımız için beğenmiyoruz. Uçsuz bucaksız Asya’nın o...

Most times, my mind is just an ongoing, present-tense, first-person monologue. It’s like I’m writing a novel, constantly, but only in my brain.

Guilt makes people do the weirdest things. It must be awful to have a conscience.

Whenever I’d get howlin’ over something, he’d grab my ass up from wherever I was and head straight for the john. Momma said my head would get banged up along the way, but she said...

Every novel has at least three stories. Of course, there’s story in its pages. But then there’s the story of its writing. And there’s also the story of its reaching, or not reaching, the bigger...

Vital Perception

. . . there was no possible way to deny that this girl probably felt emotions much deeper than most other people. If anyone was human, she was.

Waktu, membuatku tahu. Bahwa ada hal-hal yang terkadang abadi bersamanya. Berjalan beriringan, tanpa dapat ditinggalkan.

I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it calls itself my home, my fatherland, or my...

We all fight for money, some for power, but most of all for love. But me, I fight to become a champion.

Our books are the deepest glimpses into our souls, the most raw and real anybody will ever find us.

transformed” her into a cheerleader by the end of the show. I was just wondering: what if she liked field hockey better?

Il nous faut remplacer les mourants, et les mourants savent qu’ils ne valent que pour ce qu’ils ont transmis.

Finding yourself and creating a life that feels authentic and safe is the hardest, most important work that we will ever do and for girls, especially young girls, there is no one more equipped to...

For me, writing a short story is much, much harder than writing a novel.

We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.

The green-eyed angel came in less than a half hour and fell docile as a lamb into my arms. We kissed and caressed, I met no resistance when I unlaced the strings to free her...

Why worry, if today be sweet’?

I have only men like you n novels, men who lived their own idiosyncrasies.

Madam Kluger, pufoasă, apretată şi cu genele at t de albe înc t par pudrate cu zahăr, îmi face un cornet artistic […]

I enjoy writing fiction more than writing anything else. Wouldn’t anyone?

If this were a proper world, beautiful faces would belong to beautiful people. Good people with kind hearts and clever minds would always have bright eyes and dazzling smiles, and bad people would have scraggly...

Artemisia ona kapıyı açmıyor. Arabasına binme teklifini de geri çeviriyor.Eve kapanacağını, Türkler gibi eve kapalı yaşadığını haykırıyor içerden.

If a novelist were so uncouth and possessed of so little moral sense that he should write of illicit love, his book would be barred from the public libraries and he woukd be ostracized by...

The best part of the fiction in many novels is the notice that the characters are imaginary.

I liked teaching Henry James. When you look down at a Henry James novel from a helicopter height, you find an intricate spider web that all clings together.

He who spends too long regretting his ruined crop will be neglect to plant next year’s harvest.

Out in the field, any connection with home just makes you weaker. It reminds you that you were once civilized, soft; and that can get you killed faster than a bullet through the head.

No podría ser feliz con un hombre cuyo gusto no coincidiera en todo momento con el mío. Tendría que participar en todos mis sentimientos. Los mismos libros, la misma música habría de hechizarnos a los...

That’s sounds right. Another $5,000 went to dress up the Little League park where he had played so many games. Seems like he paid off the MORTAGE on his parents’ home, which wasn’t that much.

My conception of a novel is that it ought to be a personal struggle, a direct and total engagement with the author’s story of his or her own life. This conception, again, I take from...

Writing a novel is like trying to solve a jigsaw puzzle whose pieces aren’t even fixed in shape. Yet, somehow, they all come together in the end to form the complete picture.

Temperee, riante, (comme le sont celles d’automne dans la tres gracieuse ville de Buenos Aires) resplendissait la matinee de ce 28 avril: dix heures venait de sonner aux horloges et, a cet instant, eveillee, gesticulant...

Her heart was telling her to trust him, but it wouldn’t be the first time that that foolish muscle, there in the middle of her chest, had betrayed her.