Though this child came in with nothing but excess baby fat, chemical brain waves, and mother and son bodily toxins on his legs, he had a fate fit for a modern day demigod.

Are you on crack? Or did I take a righteous bong hit before coming here?

You can’t kill an idea the way they try to. You can keep it down awhile, but sooner or later it’ll come out. Now what you’ve got to understand is that the wheel’s not evil....

You create your own reality.

…I set the house on fire. It’s dark outside. The fire tears down the darkness. I turn my back to the place and leave, not knowing where. And suddenly I understand…All dreams are dead now”.

Fiction has been maligned for centuries as being “false,” “untrue,” yet good fiction provides more truth about the world, about life, and even about the reader, than can be found in non-fiction.

You need to take some acting classes to learn to hide your huge crush on my husband better

Becky was a weed. Nobody ever wanted them taking over the bigger, prettier plants. People went to all extremes to make them go away. They sprayed poison, pulled until the roots gave way. They felt...

So many people can now write competent stories that the short story is in danger of dying of competence.

Remove the computer chipslodged in your brain before they convince youthat you’ve gone insane…Take a bite out of realityinstead of becominga reality byte.

Aku kadang bertanya, kenapa manusia suka sekali mendobrak kenyamanan yang sudah ada. Atas nama mengikuti passion, kata hati, atau mungkin juga hasrat dan nafsu terliarnya.

This daemon loves men whose marriage beds have grown cold, so she can set them ablaze.

A good [short story] would take me out of myself and then stuff me back in, outsized, now, and uneasy with the fit.

A short story is a love affair, a novel is a marriage. A short story is a photograph; a novel is a film.

Short fiction seems more targeted – hand grenades of ideas, if you will. When they work, they hit, they explode, and you never forget them. Long fiction feels more like atmosphere: it’s a lot smokier...

If we’re lucky, writer and reader alike, we’ll finish the last line or two of a short story and then just sit for a minute, quietly. Ideally, we’ll ponder what we’ve just written or read;...

One evening, after a particularly terrible row, the prince smashed his princess over the head with an old wooden clock and she tumbled to the floor, dead.

When they reached their ship, Ed gazed out at the bay. It was black. The sky was black, but the bay was even blacker. It was a slick, oily blackness that glowed and reflected the...

She would keep playing the role of the winner as long as the audience believed her.

Every nook and cranny,” Marietta interrupted dryly and Gabrielle tipped her head back with a throaty laugh.

For the source of the short story is usually lyrical. And all writers speak from, and speak to, emotions eternally the same in all of us: love, pity, terror do not show favorites or leave...

The first thing you lose when you die is your motor skills.

Homo Americanus is going to go on speaking and writing the way he always has, no matter what dictionary he owns.

The time groaned by as John made a fool of himself. Eventually, he grew numb to the death and sin around him. He even came to enjoy gallivanting cross-country like a true crusader. His name...

To do is to be – AristotleTo be or not to be – ShakespeareTo be is to do – Jean-Paul SartreDo be do be do – Frank Sinatra

It was one of those situations I often find myself in while traveling. Something’s said by a stranger I’ve been randomly thrown into contact with, and I want to say, “Listen. I’m with you on...

Inside the room there sat a rocker, which she sat on, and which had rocked her while she sipped the beer, because in spite of herself she had become so giddy to have so quickly...

I am content when writing short stories.

The weakness of a man is the strength of a woman

He’d wanted to mend her just like his mother had mended his favorite teddy bear when his arm had come loose after too much play. He offered her his pudding cup instead.

Adakah yang lebih mengerikan dari setan yang berkata benar?-Si Manis dan Lelaki Ketujuh-

I read your diary. I KNOW.

We awoke to a fabulation of ice, the sun shining like a weapon, light rocketing off every surface except the surfaces of the Army’s clean streets and walks.

Love does not choose belief, place, time, situations, or race. love happens between two souls.

He had to die someday too. He might do it on sheets with a six-hundred-plus thread count, but he’d die just the same. Death wouldn’t forget about him.

Somebody will beat both [contents and price] sooner or later because that is good old Free Enterprise, where the consumer benefits from battles between jolly green giants.

Now and then I am asked as to ‘what books a statesman should read,’ and my answer is, poetry and novels – including short stories under the head of novels.

When well told, a story captured the subtle movement of change. If a novel was a map of a country, a story was the bright silver pin that marked the crossroads.

His wife had also studied art in her hometown, and she could paint, but depending on such work for her livelihood was just not possible. As far as appearances went, she was definitely a real...

Perhaps she moves too slowly now, or the world moves too fast for her. She enters the lift, a giant wheel turns and steel cables lower the mechanized box. The lift drops down a black...

I live in different worlds. One world where I perform my duty as a part of society. My favorite is my world. The writing’s world.

I need to be a vampire,” she said. “and I want one of them to make it happen. Michael will do fine. I don’t care who turns me. The important thing is that if I...

I watch people sometimes, wonder how they can walk around with the weight of what they know.

I want to spank you, but also want to know you want it. I need to hear it sweetheart, tell me you deserve it…

The only man she ever loved. And hated.

How is it possible you have caught me off guard, he seemed to ask. Exactly where have I miscalculated the velocities, how have I misjudged the vectors?

The task ahead of you is never as great as the power within you.

Use Jesus Motor Fuel—Put a savior in your tank!

An optimist and a gentleman, I like that in my men.

But I want to assure you, if it’s your last day on earth, even after 2,000 years, I strongly suggest you go for the Versace leaf halter dress.