fiction

...it__ my job to lead you to success, and, if you fail, it__ because I failed, not you.__ (Spoken by Bracke, told by Eric)

The air between them began to settle into a silence. Awkward, yet softly exciting. Like an unexpected snow day.

Everything seemed so unreal__o supernatural__nd I had to remind myself that is was. We weren__ human. We never were. (Jessica)

Am Anfang war Gott? It may have been true, but it was not germane.

I am gone tomorrow. And there and gone again by the time you read this.

Your hair is like butterflies,_ Sebastian said, giggling like a child.__hat__ nice,_ Firen said impatiently. __eep moving.___antastic. I always like my days better with a touch of insanity,_ Gabriella quipped.

I just want to domething that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.

I have to save the world tomorrow, and I don't even know what I'm going to wear yet.--Rachel Morgan

Fate was a reality, but it wasn__ a beautiful or angelic thing. It was a heart-wrenching nightmare. And we__ fallen blindly into it. We had no escape. It was happening, and it was up to me to guarantee our survival of it. (Eric)

The simplicity of youth is mesmerizing to me. Maybe because I didn't know it long enough."London Drake"They All fall down

Grayson: Fiction is just a lie anyway.Brianna: But it's not - it's a different kind of truth - it would be your truth at the time of the writing, wouldn't it?

Would the man in the cabin have come after them? Would he have sent someone else? Or would he have never even known they were there and they could have just gone back to normal life.Normal Life. He didn__ even know what that would be now.

Reading yourself as a fiction as well as a fact is the only way to keep the narrative open - the only way to stop the story from running away under its own momentum, often towards an ending no one wants.

I promise to tell you everything you want, but first I want something from you in return. What do you want? Olivia asked. I want a kiss, William said. You and I, we're making a deal of sorts...a bargain that we will keep each other's secrets...

Miz Ellen, what do you carry in that handbag of yours that has enough wallop to knock down a full-grown man? - Dan Landry

There is no shame in losing to the sword of the Prince. There is only shame in choosing not to follow Him.

I have closed my study door on the world and shut myself away with people of my imagination. For nearly sixty years I have eavesdropped with impunity on the lives of people who do not exist. I have peeped shamelessly into hearts and bathroom closets. I have leaned over shoulders to follow the movements of quills as they write love letters, wills and confessions. I have watched as lovers love, murderers murder and childern play their make-believe. Prisons and brothels have opened their doors to me; galleons and camel trains have transported me across sea and sand; centuries and continents have fallen away at my bidding. I have spied upon the misdeeds of the mighty and witnessed the nobility of the meek. I have bent so low over sleepers in their beds that they might have felt my breath on their faces. I have seen their dreams.

We built that Wendy House our own selves, for Wendy! And you can't keep a Wendy out of her own Wendy House!