Ya Fiction Quotes

You're dead, son. Cheer is contraindicated.

Good men are often more practical than pretty " said Mother. "Andrius just happens to be both.

Smiling, I cut across the quadrangle toward the commons. I felt better about life than I had in a very long time. We could do this, Lissa and me. We could do this together.

To see the years touch ye gives me joy", he whispered, "for it means that ye live.

The pendulum swings between Light and Darkness

Fiction wouldn't be much fun without its fair share of scoundrels, and they have to live somewhere.

But this was no ordinary chicken. This chicken was evil manifest.

Conflict and character are the heart of good fiction, and good mystery has both of those in spades.

Great. I'd been dumped in Hell's waiting room.

Everything burns if the flame is hot enough. The world is nothing but a crucible.

Everyone is a criminal! We are beset on all sides by antirevolutionary forces. Naturally, then, humans fall into three categories: the criminal, the not-yet-criminal, and the not-yet-caught.

We believed we were safe. That was the big fantasy.

Fiction must convince our bodies for it to have any chance of convincing our minds.

I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.

It's not my fault I can't be like you, okay? I don't get up in the morning thinking the world is one big, shiny, happy place, okay? That's just not how I work. I don't think I can be fixed.

No, Kramisha, he's not black. He's a killer bird with evil for his Daddy.

Our tragedy is that we forget it might be someone else first.

Books have a vital place in our culture. They are the source of ideas, of stories that engage and stretch the imagination and most importantly, inspire.

There’s always time for arguin’ when you’re a Fuentes.

When she wraps her arms around my neck, all I want to do is protect this girl for the rest of my life.

Some things can be fixed. Some things are just too broken.

I realise it’s going to happen. This girl of my dreams, this girl who is more like me than anyone I’ve ever met, wants to kiss me.

She ignores me, so I cup my hands over my mouth and do something I haven’t done in years— barnyard sounds.

Sucks to be left out of adolescence, sort of like getting locked in the closet on Venus when the sun appears for the first time in a hundred years.

Lips to lips, mouth to mouth, Comes the speaker of the shrouds, Suck in the spirit, speak the words, Let secrets of the dead be heard.

He had taken George, my beloved George, from me. And he had taken my other self: Anne.

I’m a reader who uses fiction as a way of worrying about life.

Life is always going to be stranger than fiction, because fiction has to be convincing, and life doesn't.

There has always been, for me, this other world, this second world to fall back on--a more reliable world in so far as it does not hide that its premise is illusion.

I don't want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine.

We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't.

There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.

Chemistry's a tricky thing, and if I'm not feeling it, I'm not gonna pretend.

If you're around someone who makes you feel good, you have to go for it. Don't hold back.

It's about time! It's supposed to be a ritual, not a marathon.

Nobody dares to solve the problems-because the solution might contradict your philosophy, and for most people clinging to beliefs is more important than succeeding in the world.

You look like the vamp who bled the cat.

In every human act of charity, something larger, greater, divine has come down to visit the act.

I looked at Micah, who shrugged. I looked at Rafael, who shook his head. Nice that none of us knew why he was undressing.

The reading eye must do the work to make them live, and so it did, again and again, never the same life twice, as the artist had intended.

I always fantasized about having a girl stand on my bar like in that movie Coyote Ugly, but I never thought it would happen.

You had this all planned, didn’t you?' I accused. 'Thought you could come in here and seduce me like you do everyone else?' It wasn’t as if I could be angry, lying atop him as I was, but I tried.

This is New York, babe. Be ready to expect anything.

If I had simply wanted to trade on an insult to Islam, I could have done it in a sentence rather than writing a 250,000-word novel, a work of fiction.

the wrongs of society can be more deeply impressed on a large class of readers in the form of fiction than by essays, sermons, or the facts of science.

There is nothing quite like the controlled burn of Eugene Marten’s prose. Waste is an exhilarating and unnerving piece of fiction.

I think fiction lends itself to messiness rather than the ideal, and plays well with the ironies surrounding what happens versus what should happen.

Anakana Schofield is part of a new wave of wonderful Irish fiction-international in scope and electrically alive.

Nobodys life is as romantic as it is in fiction.

Truth is not always injured by fiction.