Ya Fiction Quotes

I never look at a painting and ask, "Is this painting fictional or non-fictional?" It's just a painting.

No, ” I said. “I can’t remember doing this.”“Oh, ” Rena made and gestured dramatically. “You don’t remember it. And that automatically means you didn’t do it?

I had a lump in my throat the size of a bundt cake pan.

...I tried to pretend that what we were enacting was nothing more than an intricate kind of handshake." ~Malcolm

It was one of those late summer days trying its best to convince everyone that winter would never seep through and ravage the earth.

Careless and not particularly biting, it was easier to shrug off than anything in the first book which depicted me as an inarticulate zombie confused by the irony of Randy Newman's "I Love L.A.

All the real secrets are buried, and only ghosts speak the truth.

all we see today in name of love it not that lust is sold in name of love

Great fiction is the art of a soul.

when you live outside the law, you have to be flexible

Miz Ellen, what do you carry in that handbag of yours that has enough wallop to knock down a full-grown man? - Dan Landry

I have been…To every depth of my heartTo every height of my mindTo every extent of my worldI see only one nameIt’s yours…

Never give up. Dare to Dream. Dare to believe.

For a long time, Maurice rubbed his shaved head in his palm, until at last he looked up at his student. "Teo, I think you have to let Deu be the God he is, not the god you want him to be.

Fiction is an urgent business. It is the Dying Us telling stories to the Dying Us, trying to crack the nonsense in our heads open with a big hammer pronto, before Death arrives.

Don't ruin a good story with the facts.

This is not one of your fictions where people bleed ink.

The simplicity of youth is mesmerizing to me. Maybe because I didn't know it long enough."London Drake"They All fall down

One moment of true happiness was worth all the moments of pain. (Jessica)

I just want to domething that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.

I wasn’t sure what was worse: being oblivious or living within reality. (Eric)

Don’t trust anybody else—no matter how close you are to them.” (Eric)

I wanted to protect her, and, if I couldn’t do that, I’d at least be there for her. (Eric)

My insanity begged for a distraction. (Eric)

I wasn’t in the mood for a fight, but fights weren’t always conveniently scheduled. (Jessica)

Everything seemed so unreal—so supernatural—and I had to remind myself that is was. We weren’t human. We never were. (Jessica)

I’d prefer you accuse my son, so he can defend his innocence rather than prolong unnecessary guilt." (Spoken by Bracke, told by Eric)

Identity was everything, but it seemed I never had one. (Jessica)

Just because I wasn’t human, didn’t mean I could discount human life. (Eric)

Shadows could be anywhere in blackness. (Eric)

Her kiss could kill us, and my consent signed our death certificates, selfishly and without control. (Eric)

I wanted to survive—not for my kind, but for trust, for friendship, for another being. (Eric)

I didn’t even have a name for her, shade or human, but I didn’t need one to know her. (Eric)

...it’s my job to lead you to success, and, if you fail, it’s because I failed, not you.’” (Spoken by Bracke, told by Eric)

Anyone could be anybody. (Eric)

Neither of us asked to be born descendants, yet I’d be rewarded with his death, and we couldn’t prevent that. No one could. (Eric)

Baby, God ain't gonna bless you with another woman's husband, not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

I am gone tomorrow. And there and gone again by the time you read this.

I knew nothing of death, and, for some unexplainable reason, I was beginning to feel guilty for that. -Jessica

For me, at least, fiction is the only way i can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.

The moderns say we must not punish heretics. My only doubt is whether we have the right to punish anybody else.

[Nathan] wasn't blindly obsessed with a possession. He wasn't crazy. He was a hero--a father who'd risked his life to rescue his son.

A man [Joyce] whose earliest stories appeared next to the manure prices in the Irish Homestead knew that columns of prose, like columns of shit, could both recultivate the earth.

The old are often forgotten. Life moves on without a care for those who wish to remain in the past. We tend to talk too much because it’s rare that we’re listened to.

Wherever you are lacking, your obedience in working on that before your mate comes is vital.

If the weight comes from bacon you can so deduct it off the scale total to get your true weight. #science

What's more important than recycling? Producing something to recycle.

He had always liked a good mess—God knows he had sure made a few. In typical form, he squared his shoulders, furrowed his brows and muttered, “bring it on.

How can I be more important than someone else? Isn’t every life important?

Why worry, if today be sweet'?