Fiction Quotes

Rogerson," I asked him sweetly as we sat watching a video in the pool house, "where would I find the...

Your mother won a special reward," she told me, "because everyone had a head in her pictures. We all...

I'd heard of Evergreen Care Center before. Cass and I had always made fun of the stupid ads they ran...

I'm sorry," I heard him say again. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sudden blur of movemen...

Last, but not least -- in fact, this is most important -- you need a happy ending. However, if you c...

Gods, I love this place," Locke said, drumming his fingers against his thighs. "Sometimes I think th...

We go straight". I say again. "If we start making turns, we might not know what direction is what. I...

I've never been this dirty. I've never been this sweaty and disgusting. I've never been this afraid,...

I came trusting them. They beat me with rods of dullness. They don't know, they don't understand how...

as soon as we renounce fiction and illusion, we lose reality itself; the moment we subtract fictions...

We take off into the cosmos, ready for anything: for solitude, for hardship, for exhaustion, death. ...

There was nothing … and nothing … and then the car bumped up again. There was a muffled pop, the sou...

Some part of me knew from the first that what I wanted was not reality but myth.

Fiction is the truth inside a lie.

I have seen many cases like N. during the five years I've been in practice. I sometimes picture thes...

It is completely raw, the sort of thing I feel free to do with the door shut—it’s the story undresse...

The heart also knows things, and so does the imagination. Thank God. If not for heart and imaginatio...

Bad writing is more than a matter of shit syntax and faulty observation; bad writing usually arises ...

A few of the gunslingers dance, but only a few. And they were the young ones. The other ones only sa...

...and still the hands did their trick, like over-eager dogs that want to do their rolling—over tric...

The Man in Black fled across the desert, and the Gunslinger followed

The writing of solid, instructive stuff fortified by facts and figures is easy enough. There is no t...

I wonder, what kind of life would I have had if it hadn’t been for my mother’s tea-and-cookie partie...

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pu...

I touched his face. "Look," I said. "I love you more than everything else in the world combined. Isn...

With the Black Company series Glen Cook single-handedly changed the face of fantasy—something a lot ...

I now understand that writing fiction was a seed planted in my soul, though I would not be ready to ...

Sisyphus, I. I cling to my rock, you don’t have to chain me. Stand back! I roll it up—up, up. And … ...

Religion is probably, after sex, the second oldest resource which human beings have available to the...

Beware, Underlanders, time hangs by a thread.The hunters are hunted, white water runs red.The Gnawer...

You asked why the rate hate Overlanders so deeply. It is because they know one will be the warrior o...

I just don't want them to change me, if I'm going to die I still want to be me.

Peeta opens his mouth for the first bite without hesitation. He swallows, then frowns slightly. "The...

I've been down by the stream collecting berries. Would you care for some?"I would, actually, but I d...

So now begins the first war with Cordelia' in which I retreat and thereby teach her to be victorious...

Now she has power and passion and the struggle has significance for me-let the momentary consequence...

But then, that’s the beauty of writing stories—each one is an exploratory journey in search of a rea...

But then, that’s the beauty of writing stories—each one is an exploratory journey in search of a rea...

That's the fashion. Fast as the speed of light, they say. Ha! It's got no soul, sir, no heart.

But the purpose of the book is not the horror, it is horror's defeat.

Farther down the riverbank sat a young man dressed all in white. He was the only person in sight. Hi...

Nanny Ogg was an attractive lady, which is not the same as being beautiful. She fascinated Casanunda...

Things that try to look like things often do look more like things than things.

There is quite enough sorrow and shame and suffering and baseness in real life and there is no need ...

I shall be up before you are awake; I shall be afield before you are up; and I shall have breakfaste...

He had been held to her by a beautiful thread which it pained him to spoil by breaking, rather than ...

Forsake the world and cling to the shadows.

When the world uncovers some dark disguise,Embrace the darkness with averted eyes.

What did one see if one looked in any depth into the world of this writer's fiction? Elegant self-co...

but in Utopia, where every man has a right to everything, they all know that if care is taken to kee...

but in Utopia, where every man has a right to everything, they all know that if care is taken to kee...

The education of youth belongs to the priests, yet they do not take so much care of instructing them...

As if somehow irony,” she recaps for Maxine, “as practiced by a giggling mincing fifth column, actua...

I am a politician which means I am a liar and a crook. When I am not kissing babies I am stealing th...

A lie, sometimes, can be truer than the truth, which is why fiction gets written.

A good piece of fiction, in my view, does not offer solutions. Good stories deal with our moral stru...

That's what fiction is for. It's for getting at the truth when the truth isn't sufficient for the tr...

What stories can do, I guess, is make things present.I can look at things I never looked at. I can a...

That’s what fiction is for. It’s for getting at the truth when the truth isn’t sufficient for the tr...

As it turned out, the sachem had been dead wrong.The Europes neither fled nor died out. In fact, sai...

Any fact becomes important when it's connected to another.

To read fiction means to play a game by which we give sense to the immensity of things that happened...

While we read a novel, we are insane—bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren't there...

The constrained body knows and values the freedom of the mind.

We have inhabited both the actual and the imaginary realms for a long time. But we don't live in eit...

Fiction offers the best means of understanding people different from oneself, short of experience. A...

Most civilizations had more fiction than they did real history.

There is power in controlling something that can do so much damage-in controlling something, period.

Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are over, this is recognised: tha...

We do not claim that the portrait we are making is the whole truth, only that it is a resemblance.

History has its truth, and so has legend. Legendary truth is of another nature than historical truth...

For it is probable that when people talk aloud, the selves (of which there may be more than two thou...

I prefer, where truth is important, to write fiction.

Why should a real chair be better than an imaginary elephant?

Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all ...

A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.

Women and fiction remain, so far as I am concerned, unsolved problems.

...to use the little kick of energy which opposition supplies to be more vigorously oneself.

And if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly...

The proper stuff of fiction” does not exist everything is the proper stuff of fiction every feeling ...

They all dreamt of each other that night, as was natural, considering how thin the partitions were b...

Aunt Rosa, a fussy, angular, wild-eyed old lady, who had lived in a tremulous world of bad news, ban...

The pleasures of writing correspond exactly to the pleasures of reading

All our ancient history, as one of our wits remarked, is no more than accepted fiction.

They ordered punch. They drank it. It was hot rum punch. The pen falters when it attempts to treat o...

Fiction doesn’t tell us something we don’t know, it tells us something we know but don’t know that w...

The flimsy little protestations that mark the front gate of every novel, the solemn statements that ...

Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor.

You know, one of the interesting things you find about writing fiction is that any fiction you write...

These short stories are vast structures existing mostly in the subconscious of our cultural history....

That was a stupid idea I made up while drunk. Why did someone build that?

I'm a writer. I write checks. Mostly fiction.

The dull people decided years and years ago, as everyone knows, that novel-writing was the lowest sp...

I have always held the old-fashioned opinion that the primary object of work of fiction should be to...

The writer's only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one. ...

When I began to write fiction that I knew would be published as science fiction, [and] part of what ...

The future is there," Cayce hears herself say, "looking back at us. Trying to make sense of the fict...

I'm warning you. I'm going to get waxy. D'you see? You're not wanted. Understand? We are going to ha...

Fiction becomes visual by becoming verbal

It’s not the word made flesh we want in writing, in poetry and fiction, but the flesh made word