Sometimes when you get older — and I’m not talking about you, I’m talking generally, because everyone ages differently — things you think on and wish on start to seem real. And then you believe them, and before you know it they’re part of your history, and if someone challenges you on them and says they’re not true — why, then you get offended because you can’t remember the first part. All you know is that you’ve been called a liar.
Sara GruenTags: fiction
He pulled me toward him, and all I could do was stand there with arms at my sides and head against his chest. Broken, I feared even the slightest movement would cause pieces of me to snap off and fall to the gritty pavement.
Jodi LaPalmTags: romance fiction novella still-life
I'm not the same person I was before, and I am deathly afraid I will never be her again...
Jodi LaPalmTags: identity romance fiction novella still-life
I have you with me, and I'm terrified you'll disappear.
Jodi LaPalmTags: love romance fiction still-life
The Friday before winter break, my mom packed me an overnight bag and a few deadly weapons and took me to a new boarding school.
Rick RiordanTags: fantasy fiction funny cool intense
As readers, we are seldom interested in the fine sentiments of a lesson learnt; we seldom care about the good manners of morals. Repentance puts an end to conversation; forgiveness becomes the stuff of moralistic tracts. Revenge - bloodthirsty, justice-hungry revenge - is the very essence of romance, lying at the heart of much of the best fiction.
Alberto ManguelTags: morals revenge romance fiction forgiveness readers repentance
The writer's only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one. He has a dream. It anguishes him so much he must get rid of it. He has no peace until then. Everything goes by the board: honor, pride, decency, security, happiness, all, to get the book written. If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the 'Ode on a Grecian Urn' is worth any number of old ladies.
William FaulknerTags: writing writers inspiration on-writing fiction creativity
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.
James JoyceTags: opening-lines first-lines fiction ireland shaving
Hazel Motes sat at a forward angel on the green plush train seat, looking one minute at the window as if he might want to jump out of it, and the next down the aisle at the other end of the car.
Flannery O'ConnorTags: fiction
But wishes are only granted in fairy tales.
Simone ElkelesTags: on-fiction fiction wishes fairy-tales young-adult perfect-chemistry bhie alex-fuentes simon-elkeles
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