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

Kadang hal yang baru itu datang hanya untuk mengingatkan, betapa berharganya hal lama yang sudah kita tinggalkan

Love is a way of living so how can our souls be healthy enough to live without love. I will continue to love you for as long as I have life because you’ve showed me...

Such a distant, forgotten thing, this Light.

Kanuni za fasihi ndiyo msingi wa maandiko yote ya kitaalamu hapa ulimwenguni. Watu hawana budi kuzifuata kanuni hizo kama wanataka kutumia vipaji vyao katika ngazi ya kimataifa.

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.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

A girl without braidsis like a city without bridges.

I had never had a big opinion for myself. I had always thought I’d be a fuck up, that I’d be disappointed like always by life and people. But at this very moment, I knew...

Es la regla Sherlock: cuando eliminas lo imposible, lo que queda, por improbable que sea, es la respuesta.

Perhaps the whole of life is a continuousinterconnecting of miracle,but we don’t always realise it.

Hay poder en el control de algo que puede hacer daño.

Millions cheer the warriorspilling blood across the ringwhile the one who stands for peaceis ridiculed and shamed.Must hearts forever sufferfrom ignorance and greed?Can bombs heal our soulsor set our spirits free?

You see that old woman? That will never happen to you. You will never grow old, and you will never die.And it means something else too, doesn’t it? I shall never ever grow up.

Dünya halini sevmeyiniz, ne de dünyada var olanı, kızım. Tanrı aşkı, dünya sevgisiyle dolu olan kişide yoktur!

And they…LIVED! Life isn’t always ‘Happily Ever After’, rather, loving FOREVER, regardless.

About some books we feel that our reluctance to return to them is the true measure of our admiration. It is hard to suppose that many people go back, from a spontaneous desire, to reread...

WEST SALEM ~ October 2011A sudden vision, fraught with malevolence and darkness, obscured her sight. The face of a menacing figure turned from the shadows of his grisly handiwork and stared at Sorcha.Her muscles tensed....

Writing a novel is agony.

There’s no better way to get to know a city than to walk its streets. A place will reveal its soul through its sights, sounds and smells, and eventually, it’ll teach you its rhythm.

Anne did think on the question with perfect decision, and said as much in replay as her own feelings could accomplish, or as his seemed able to bear, for he was too much affected to...

She didn’t think that by hanging a chandelier from the ceiling you made a room with a chandelier. She felt you’d made another world, which you could slip in and out of by some vague...

We work all our lives to be who we become. And, it’s who we become that determines what becomes of us.

I think you are inhuman. If I leave you, who will you go to? Would you find another lover?I said nothing.-Deny it,damn you!

Whatever it was that came over him that night pulled a cord—her laugh, or her surprise gasp slipping out to think he’d do something so bold.

People go around mourning the death of God; it’s the death of sssin that bothers me. Without ssin, people aren’t people any more, they’re just ssoul-less sheep.

He cannot recall just when that initial feeling of oneness faded, subordinated to the everyday activities of daily living. He is disappointed to realize he can no longer expect to find her up and awaiting...

Socrates is flying. No, he is soaring. The wings behind him beat in a calming rhythm while the cool air rushes past. His wings are all that matter, snapping at the rushing wind like the...

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man,’ he said.

Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.

The manager swiftly overtook him, sliding effortlessly past the skinny Englishman, with the practiced ease of someone used to slinking around ailing, despotic monarchs.