Ya Fiction Quotes

It was like a commercial for laundry detergent or tampons or a prescription medication with death listed as a possible side effect.

Dream It, Believe In It, And Achieve It.

The beautiful illusion of fiction is that everything makes sense and that there was a purpose, that there was a point to it all. And that's the best possible lie because it may even be true.

But what reality was ever made by realists?

If you want to understand the inner workings of the human mind, read good fiction.

Novels are just very, very, very long lies. That is to say, you’ve got to get your story straight!

Poverty is everywhere, Zarish. People should have the courage to get out of the vicious circle of it.

People like Nicholas are always gonna be around, roots of disaster. But if we fail to rescue them (Zach and Chanel), that is when they actually win.

It will be worth it if I am remembered, if not flatteringly, then at least with some small amount of accuracy.

There is only one misery . . . not to be saints.

There are people who believe in the basic goodness of human nature. I believe in the basic evil of human nature. ~ Aarush Kashyap

Is the writer cruel that makes his characters suffer only to bring them to triumph or tragedy in the end?

When the imagination takes over, the second hand could be the hour hand to a creator of stories.

I know everything must be a lie, but I believe it anyway.

A delightfully droll look at how the other half lives from a pet pooch's point of view.

The only thing better than a well-read book is a well-read book only read by yourself.

The imagination is a wild and dangerous forest that is impossible to know the full might of.

Reading for enjoyment won't die altogether, but this Ereader device has the potential to repel those less imaginative from fiction. And that could have an undesirable domino effect.

A very important function of intelligence is the ability to premeditate. ~ Aarush Kashyap

With a little bit of spirit in her system to help her weave the lies and facts together, Emily told the partial truth.

If it is impossible let's do it because nothing is impossible, if you set your mind to it.

Sometimes surviving is all you can do

The only thing more interesting than the truth is fiction dressed up as the truth.

Sing swan, Spring swan then lets fly.Follow the pretty bird across the sky.Call swan, Fall swan, then lets rest.Tucked in the branches of your quiet nest.

Fiction has the ability to show us what we don’t know and what doesn’t happen.

On the blank page all things are possible.

Is it murder to kill a man if the man never existed? To the man it is.

I'm a writer. I write checks. Mostly fiction.

I steal a glance when no one is looking. Especially at his neck, when he turns to say something to my mother. That slender neck, with its air of determination, brisk and bold…

I clap my hands together. (Where do I get the strength, the burst of energy?) To chase away the ghosts. Dispel my fears. Arrange the dream. Maintain a kind of balance

And now the bride begins to move. Little mechanical doll, clinging to her husband’s arm, climbing into the carriage. Her white silk stocking, her elegant shoe.

That’s what it means to be out of your mind. To let yourself be carried away by a dream. To give it room, let it grow wild and thick, until it overruns you.

The gray paint peels off the wall in odd and beautiful patterns, each cracked polygon of paint a snowflake of decay.

Life is definitely about taking chances, living every minute with zeal, and then laying back and regretting nothing.

Stories are just lies made to look like truth.

Nothing was a natural predator of productive fiction writing like the cell phone. Ditto the laptop. As she had well learned, the laptop could destroy a day.

There's more to life than cause and effect.

Don’t you ever cry again, Miss Zarish, ” he said in a strict but mild tone. “I would rather die than see tears in your eyes.

She must have been very anxious about a first boy friend to fall in love with a Colgate boy

I couldn't write—or wouldn't write, at any rate—unable to face the grueling self-scrutiny that fiction demands

All you need do, Bernie, ”she gulped her toast soaked in coffee, “is present the truth as fiction.

My greatest qualification for writing fiction was my ability, as a child, to lie with a straight face.

The first draft doesn't have to be perfect, but it does have to be written!

She was like a landscape you see from the train, and you want to stop just there.

So much is lost, he said, in the shipwreck. What remains are fragments, and if you don't hold on to them the sea will take them too.

I started to drink heavily, comfortably caught in the tentacle-like clutches of alcohol.

Characters are just extensions of my madness.

You have filled every fibre of my soul and the spaces in between

I came trusting them. They beat me with rods of dullness. They don't know, they don't understand how agonizing their complacent dullness is. Like ants and August sun on a wound." - Carol Kennicott

He had been held to her by a beautiful thread which it pained him to spoil by breaking, rather than by a chain he could not break.