books

I've read all of the old stories now _ "Red Blood and Dirty Gold", "The Winter Witch", "The Scarlet Varulv" _ and I want more. Though I want fantasy _ made-up, impossible things _ I don't want stories that step out of the pages and into the world around me.

Fantasy or fiction is just a persons secret life. A world they want to be in. The only diffrence between them and you, is that they wrote it down in detail, printed it and shared it with the world.

The writing of fantasy is best left to those who have nothing better to do, as is indicated by the fairy tales of otherwise gifted writers like Robert Graves and John Ciardi. It isn't so much the difficulty of doing it right, without falling off the tightrope into the cold pits of allegory or mindless whimsy____he weary thing is that even if you bring it off, all you've done is write a fantasy, and so what? Life is dangerous, and escapism has become a dirty word. I feel the same way, being a child of my own critical times. I'd write the other stuff, the real books, if I could. Plenty nitty-gritty. If I could.

And when his head slumped forward into his book, she giggled, for she knew that he was hers.

Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth.

Still not sure about how easily he could be integrated into their posse, Trevor smiled in delighted relief at how tolerantly two of his close friends had received his new identity.

The unlikely group that resulted from the union of five diverse characters in their late twenties operated with surprising harmony. This cohesiveness could be attributed to two factors: 1) everyone__ issues and embarrassing pasts were plainly disclosed prior to the gang__ formation and 2) the clan had been expressly conceived as a male support group.

Take off my clothes and there becomes a man. Take off my skin and there becomes my bones. Break all my bones and there becomes my heart. Smash my heart and there becomes my soul. And that you cannot take.

I am clumsy, drop glasses and get drunk on Monday afternoons. I read Seneca and can recite Shakespeare by heart, but I mess up the laundry, don__ answer my phone and blame the world when something goes wrong. I think I have a dream, but most of the days I__ still sleeping. The grass is cut. It smells like strawberries. Today I finished four books and cleaned my drawers. Do you believe in a God? Can I tell you about Icarus? How he flew too close to the sun?I want to make coming home your favourite part of the day. I want to leave tiny little words lingering in your mind, on nights when you__e far away and can__ sleep. I want to make everything around us beautiful; make small things mean a little more. Make you feel a little more. A little better, a little lighter. The coffee is warm, this cup is yours. I want to be someone you can__ live without.I want to be someone you can__ live without.

Every heart must have its privatebestseller book.

A book is a door into another place and another heart and another world.

Hearts are like Books. You cannot understand one by flipping the pages or by reading the last chapter

A heart in love is a thriller book of many stories

Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't.

Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.

I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing that they weren't the same thing.

After everything I'd lived through, I was not going to be reduced to a one-sentence definition.

Please kiss that girl a million times.