Besides, I don’t understand people who read a book for pleasure and then ruminate on the book’s ideas. Paper was invented so we wouldn’t have to keep all those thoughts in our heads.

Later she came to realise that under one reality there’s always another. And another one under that.

Her works are said to be too far from reality to be considered real literature. “Why doesn’t she write about life?” the people of Rabbit Back ask.

Are writers the torchbearers of humanity? It’s a romantic idea, but it’s complete rubbish. We writers are the crocodiles in the river.

Ella had asked the writer how it felt to see her own works published. Seläntö had smiled sweetly at her and whispered, “You know what? It makes you understand why a dog eats its own vomit.

Do you want to know how to write novels? I’ll tell you the secret: start on page one and keep going, in order, until you come to the last page. Then stop.

I’ve always wondered about your name, ” Misha said to Hijja while scraping a bit of space gunk from the window of their spaceship.

Two hands working can do more than a thousand clasped in prayer.

It is in the nature of cats to do a certain amount of unescorted roaming.

The abuse of a harmless thing is the essence of sin.

I'm not particularly attention-seeking.

It is, therefore, not proper for God thus to pass over sin unpunished.

The truth is an anti-war statement in itself.

India is a youthful nation. Can't we think of exporting good teachers?

He who has plenty of pepper will pepper his cabbage.

You set us up!” “No! I swear—” Her face fell. “Mel. Mel must’ve told him.” “Right,” I grumbled. “Blame Mel.