Short Stories Quotes

Short Stories Quote of the day

Homo-Americanus is going to go on speaking and writing the way he always has, no matter what dictionary he owns.

Now and then I am asked as to ‘what books a statesman should read, ’ and my answer is, poetry and novels – including short stories under the head of novels.

I live in a house over there on the Island, and in that house there is a man waiting for me. When he drove up at the door I drove out of the dock because he says I’m his ideal.

I heaved into being, came out of the stone, the bricks, and other elements, and took form. (Dark City Lights)

Patriotism is a kind of religion

You were just a young girl not wanting to let on that death could happen to one who hadn't even lived yet.

Flora went to the cinema every day that week. She saw the same movie each day, and wore the same dress.

I just want to always be here. In this place. Right here, right now.

The city was a hive from this height, the people and the yellow cabs moving about in the street below like pre-programmed insects. (Dark City Lights)

A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.

I am content when writing short stories.

The task ahead of you is never as great as the power within you.

So many people can now write competent stories that the short story is in danger of dying of competence.

Why is it so hard? It's hard because it matters, I think.

It was as if my sould had left my body, floated up to the ceiling, and was watching me destroy my own career with one deliberately assaultive punch. (Dark City Lights)

It may well be that there will be this socialism, Juliana, ’ she said, ‘but I can tell you right now that no amount of socialism will make my madam was her own underwear.’ - ‘Aunt Juliana’s Indian

I read your diary. I KNOW

You are in love with my husband. You need some acting lessons to learn to hide it better.

Sometimes I help him out and sometimes he helps me out, and sometimes he tries to push me through the wall. (Dark City Lights)

Maybe the price of forgetting that even in America, even in New York City, when a man back home is talking, you better listen closely.

He had to die someday too. He might do it on sheets with a six-hundred-plus thread count, but he'd die just the same. Death wouldn't forget about him.

Maybe the price of forgetting that even in America, even in New York City, when a man from back home is talking, you better listen closely. (Dark City Lights)

A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.

A New York plate that said you die. (Dark City Lights)

The first thing you lose when you die is your motor skills.

That woman must have been a husky in a previous life.

One evening, after a particularly terrible row, the prince smashed his princess over the head with an old wooden clock and she tumbled to the floor, dead.

I read your diary. I KNOW.

Remove the computer chipslodged in your brain before they convince youthat you’ve gone insane…Take a bite out of realityinstead of becominga reality byte.

The only man she ever loved. And hated.

I'd started calling my parents but only when I knew they wouldn't be home.

I’ll give you one chance to run, but may your shoulder always whisper in your ear…“It’s best to watch out for men, like me.

When well told, a story captured the subtle movement of change. If a novel was a map of a country, a story was the bright silver pin that marked the crossroads.

All that sweetness makes me feel weird. My sister was never the loving type.

A shrink and a patient in a love-hate relationship. Who is REALLY the boss?

I have this uncanny knack of falling for the most irrelevant men, my love story would be comprising of short stories.

You create your own reality.

If the world explore all my dark fantasy, will change for the better”.

Somebody will beat both [contents and price] sooner or later because that is good old Free Enterprise, where the consumer benefits from battles between jolly green giants.

Just like life, it was over much too soon. And just like life, there weren't any answers. But like that one-in-an-eight-million great New York moment, I didn't need one. (Dark City Lights)

What we are about to have here is a holy water smack down!

One day, I decided to be an island. I took off my clothes and walked into the sea, then floated there, bobbing along with the tide, suspended by my inflatable tube and water wings.

I remember clearly the afternoon that she stood at the corner beside the door of the tourist centre in Gdansk.

She's as old as the hills, evil as a snake, all malevolence and magic and death.

But I want to assure you, if it’s your last day on earth, even after 2, 000 years, I strongly suggest you go for the Versace leaf halter dress.

As the wind continued to howl and groan through her decaying body, she began to sing her story.

Dear family, I am drafting a new laundry protocol for better and more considerate usage of the washing machine

Rebecca woke up with her knees hurting and her fingers ice-cold, and the specifics of her life returned to her as the dream disappeared: weekend, hotel room, Baguio, memory, memory, memory.

Any moment now, I thought, he was going to wake up. Any moment.

She had a new secret, the strenght of the moon, looking at her