Ya Fiction Quotes

Surely, she was too young to have so many ghosts.

The trouble with crying over an onion is that once the chopping gets you started and the tears begin to well up, the next thing you know you just can't stop.

I enjoy writing fiction more than writing anything else. Wouldn't anyone?

The ocean drummed as loud as pulsating blood, eroding the sand, rushing the beach as if it had a point to prove. And like many things, it receded, was gone, and was replaced anew.

When I write, I do not like using ten dollar words. I like the fifty-centers. Everybody has fifty-cents, even those that are too proud to admit it.

My spirit has been around far longer than my soul--I've lived several lifetimes already. And one this novel has been written, I will have lived several more.

Curiosity is called curiosity because of how curiously it can creep into people’s behavior no matter what dangers are around.

Knowing too much had turned him into something else, and he wasn't sure he liked this newer him, although he felt he could not stop being this other him, darker.

You have chosen the path of darkness.

Do not mess with this man's threads!

You can thank Henry Ford for that. He was a warlock, you know.

Warren was nearly hoarse as he wiped the tears from his eyes and face. "I need to change. I need to protect my family. I need to earn who I am.

A poem can't do its work if you only read snippets of it.

We don't suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters.

Meredith immersed herself in the novels. For some reason, fiction hit on the meaning of life so much more concisely than real life itself did.

Funny how much we all suffer trying to spare others a bit of pain.

Once I was King of the Titans. Now I need a MedicAlert bracelet and a subscription to the Safe Return program. Can you put out a Silver Alert on a god? I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.

I have a question for you. When you were a little boy, is this the man you dreamed of becoming?

Dead. Supposedly Suicide. That's how they'll kill Michael too. Make it look like a suicide or an accident of some sort.

I've learned that the most unbelievable is the most believable.

Schopenhauer wrote that to desire immortality is to desire the eternal perpetuation of a great mistake. He was correct.

I’ve been working on something that merges rap with classical…. I call it Baby’s Got Bach.

At my age, every day that I overcome simple inertia is a victory.

She forgot: it was as simple as that. She just loved being with the guy. Possibly enough that not even their own wedding could screw it up.

Fear is a prison in which we place ourselves. You need only to press against the bars to realize that the door is always unlocked, and you are always free to leave.

A good novel, one which entices the author as much as it beckons the reader.

Only fiction has the power to cross the mental barricades, to make strangers intelligible to each other, because it moves people's hearts as well as engaging their minds.

A fear of the unknown: what was that called?Worse yet: a fear of the known.

Agnes always wanted to go out. Out was better than in. In was inside, in was interior, in was introspection.

What we often take to be the new is simply the old under some novel form.

It’s hard for me to talk about love, ' she said. 'I think movies are the way I do that.

Let us be vulgar and have some fun, let us invite the President.

It's 1am, I have fiction to write!

Some books must be sipped slowly like a strong bourbon. Most books must be devoured more than once because as you age you distill more.

First time I ever put pen to paper, I had one goal – to build something no one had ever thought of before.

A ray of light made a rainbow through the mist. [His] words had given her a small glimmer of hope — the kind of hope she thought had disappeared from her life forever.

Please don’t forget me, don’t let me fade away… I was here, I lived, and I loved…

Once-upon-a-time we buried the memories we didn't want.

A romance book is designed to tell you something about love–its ability to endure, forgive, go the extra mile, care about someone, put someone else first.

Being an author, writing a book was great fun. Publishing and marketing, not so fun.

Nowadays people talk about the things he did as though they made sense. As though even his most disastrous mistakes were only the result of bad luck or hubris.

There was something vaguely sad about the rock. It was as old as it looked, standing weathered and lonely amidst the stretch of sand, and its thoughts were quiet as it listened to the waves.

Merdeka!' the Malay man screamed.'Merdekaaaaaa!' the sea of people echoed.

But a bond is a bond. And when you’re young and haven’t yet learned to live in your own solitude, even a destructive bond can seem better than none.

The problem lies not with genre but with formula, which consists of seeing genre conventions as restrictions rather than mere guidelines, ends in themselves rather than possibilities.

We make fiction because we are fiction ... It lived us into being and it lives us still.

I don't know who you are, " she thought, "but whoever you are, you're one hell of a player.

Which one is more true -- unity in diversity of culture or diversity in unity of religion!

The gossip will kill your Great Grandmother.

We work all our lives to be who we become. And, it's who we become that determines what becomes of us.