Fiction
Quotes - Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream
“That's
what fiction is for. It's for getting at the truth when the truth isn't
sufficient for the truth.”
―
Tim O'Brien
“If
only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it
never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle
could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.”
―
Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca
“Some
of these things are true and some of them lies. But they are all good stories.”
―
Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall
“When
someone cries so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration or
knowing that no matter what you can do or attempt to do can change the
situation. When you feel like you need to cry, when you want to just get it
out, relieve some of the pressure from the inside - that is true pain. Because
no matter how hard you try or how bad you want to, you can't. That pain just
stays in place. Then, if you are lucky, one small tear may escape from those
eyes that water constantly. That one tear, that tiny, salty, droplet of
moisture is a means of escape. Although it's just a small tear, it is the
heaviest thing in the world. And it doesn't do a damn thing to fix anything.”
―
Chase Brooks, Hello, My Love 2: First Love Deserves a Second Chance
“Sometimes
you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes,
every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream. ”
―
Richelle Mead, Succubus Blues
“Margo
always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never
stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.”
―
John Green, Paper Towns
“The
sunset bled into the edges of the village. Smoke curled out of the cottage
chimney like a crooked finger.”
―
Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For
“Time
passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand
aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange
lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.”
―
Stephenie Meyer, New Moon
“I
have claimed that Escape is one of the main functions of fairy-stories, and
since I do not disapprove of them, it is plain that I do not accept the tone of
scorn or pity with which 'Escape' is now so often used. Why should a man be
scorned if, finding himself in prison, he tries to get out and go home? Or if
he cannot do so, he thinks and talks about other topics than jailers and
prison-walls?”
―
J.R.R. Tolkien
“A
woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”
―
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
“Fiction
is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and
relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties -- all these chase
away loneliness by making me forget my name's Dave and I live in a one-by-one
box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music,
really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion -- these are the places
(for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.”
―
David Foster Wallace
“Do
you know what we call opinion in the absence of evidence? We call it
prejudice.”
―
Michael Crichton, State of Fear
“Fiction
is art and art is the triumph over chaos… to celebrate a world that lies spread
out around us like a bewildering and stupendous dream.”
―
John Cheever
“ In 1658, Francis Andrew Ransome stole the
Alchemy Scroll from St. Julian’s college, my present employer. Ransome was a
member of a transatlantic group called The Invisible College. They were
alchemists, meaning they worked with matter and spirit together.”
―
Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder
“No
amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his
ghostly heart.”
― F.
Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
“If
something is going to happen to me, I want to be there.”
―
Albert Camus, The Stranger
“Aurelia
was just about to take a sip of a mimosa when Mother Guardian snatched the
flute away and promptly downed the drink in one gulp. Burping unashamedly, she
said, "We can't have the validity of the marriage contracts jeopardized
because the bride got rat-assed on her wedding day.”
―
Therisa Peimer, Taming Flame
“No.
No, I don't believe you'd betray me with her. I don't believe you'd cheat on
me. But I'm afraid, and I'm sick in my heart that you might look at her, then
at me. And regret.”
―
J.D. Robb, Innocent in Death
“Stories
are the wildest things of all, the monster rumbled. Stories chase and bite and
hunt.”
―
Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls
“I
do not pretend to be able to prove that there is no God. I equally cannot prove
that Satan is a fiction. The Christian god may exist; so may the gods of
Olympus, or of ancient Egypt, or of Babylon. But no one of these hypotheses is
more probable than any other: they lie outside the region of even probable
knowledge, and therefore there is no reason to consider any of them.”
―
Bertrand Russell , Why I Am Not a Christian and Other Essays on Religion and
Related Subjects
“Why
do people always assume that volume will succeed when logic won’t? - Damon”
―
L.J. Smith, Nightfall
“The
Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become
legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that
gave it birth comes again.”
―
Robert Jordan
“But
wishes are only granted in fairy tales.”
―
Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry
“The
early women rise before I do. Their lamps splinter the gloom of the kitchens.
They chatter in whispers as they brew tea for the cooks. Windows are open to
counter the heat of the ovens. Outside, the sky is as black as my soul.”
― K.
Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master
“Buying
loyalty can be as effective as fear when one’s rival is poorer than oneself.”
― K.
Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master
“Well,
that depends, I suppose. I heard someone once say that men dance the same way
they have sex. So, if you want everyone here to think you're the kind of guy
who just sits around and—"
He
stood up. "Let's dance.”
―
Richelle Mead, Succubus Blues
