fiction

I wasn__ sure what was worse: being oblivious or living within reality. (Eric)

No fiction is good fiction unless it is true to life, and yet no life is worth relating unless it be a life out of the ordinary; and then it seems improbable like fiction.

To be inspired is great, but to inspire is an honor.

You could write your way into happiness. It might not be the happiness you'd experience if Eldric pushed Leanne from a cliff, but there's a firefly glimmer in writing something that would please Rose.

You can't make a fan of everyone. Stay true to your story, characters, music, art or whatever it is you do and fuck everyone else who doesn't like it. Life isn't perfect.

Jesus honey, your husband ain__ dead, he__ in hiding._ He growled, watching her visibly flinch. - Jase Devlin

Burn wounds always elicited pain more terrible than anything else he had ever endured. He didn__ relish the idea of forcing himself to suffer through such agony. But it was necessary. Earth depended on them taking possession of the key. __t__ the only way out,_ Andrew reminded him.__ understand that, but____he trials we have faced thus far have been minimal,_ Andrew said, cutting off Sebastian__ retort. __hat we seek is the key to the universe. You didn__ expect it to be easy, did you?

We read novels because we need stories; we crave them; we can__ live without telling them and hearing them. Stories are how we make sense of our lives and of the world. When we__e distressed and go to therapy, our therapist__ job is to help us tell our story. Life doesn__ come with plots; it__ messy and chaotic; life is one damn, inexplicable thing after another. And we can__ have that. We insist on meaning. And so we tell stories so that our lives make sense.

I went to say no, but I winced as I pulled my tooth out of my lip.I was absolutely hopeless. In a two minute period my front curls hadstarted to go straight due to my constant brushing them behind my earsand I was pretty sure my lip was bleeding. Frustrated I pushed myself off ofthe couch with a huff and walked around the glass coffee table to head forthe kitchen.__'ve made you angry.___o.__arren got up and cut me off in the middle of the room. __es, I did.You're angry with me.___o, not with you.___hen what's wrong?___'m angry with myself.

. I felt the sun graze my face as I sped further and further from it all. The only negative part about running was that at some point I knew I__ have to stop. I__ have to turn around and go back. And whatever troubles had haunted me when I left, would be waiting upon my return.

Tell me a story,' demanded Fireflyer.'Why? Do you eat them, too, then?''Only the ohs and ayes and ees and oos. The Kays are too spikey and the zeds are too buzzzy and the ones with the dots get stuck in your teeth and the esses sometimes slide down inside your vest and tickle.

For a long time, Maurice rubbed his shaved head in his palm, until at last he looked up at his student. "Teo, I think you have to let Deu be the God he is, not the god you want him to be.

I never take out clients. It__ bad policy._ He looked me straight in the eyes as he said it. Reaching across for the glove compartment, his arm accidentally brushed my leg.

Why are you so anxious to destroy in the name of a vulgar, commonplace sense of truth, this reality which comes to birth attracted and formed by the magic of the stage itself, which has indeed more right to live here than you, since it is much truer than you -- if you don't mind my saying so?

If a woman chooses to support her husband and become First Lady, I believe she must do so with the understanding that the public expects the full-meal deal.

A long time ago, there was a little girl called Mary. Now Mary, she was warned several times not to go to her neighbor__ house. Her neighbor was a grandmother. But Mary hardly listened, so she snuck off one night to spy on her. She tried the front door first, and it creaked open. Then suddenly, she heard a squeaking noise upstairs. She followed it _ climbed up the wooden stairs where half of it was already rotten. She heard the squeaking noise again. It was coming from the library. She opened the door and hid behind a couch. She peered out, and she saw the grandmother._ Dave paused to drain his cup of coffee before continuing. My heart thudded so loudly, I thought that everyone could hear it. __o Mary gasped in disbelief as she heard the squeaking noise again, and the grandmother__ rocking chair was not moving at all. Then the grandmother opened her eyes and looked directly at her, holding her gaze steadily and sharply, and then suddenly, BOO!

For years I__ been awaiting that overriding urge I__ always heard about, the narcotic pining that draws childless women ineluctably to strangers_ strollers in parks. I wanted to be drowned by the hormonal imperative, to wake one day and throw my arms around your neck, reach down for you, and pray that while that black flower bloomed behind my eyes you had just left me with child. (With child: There__ a lovely warm sound to that expression, an archaic but tender acknowledgement that for nine months you have company wherever you go. Pregnant, by contrast, is heavy and bulging and always sounds to my ear like bad news: ____ pregnant._ I instinctively picture a sixteen-year-old at the dinner table- pale, unwell, with a scoundrel of a boyfriend- forcing herself to blurt out her mother__ deepest fear.) (27)

Fiction in general holds little interest for me. Novels, in particular, arouse more suspicion than intrigue. It truly baffles me that any practitioner of make-believe should (especially in this day and age) feel the need to produce anything so gratuitous. The fact that certain examples of this fare can approach the length of your average dictionary seems inherently absurd.