I want to be the best race horse around when I grow up, Mama.
You can be, Charlie, as long as you are willing to try your best and not give up when you have a bad day.
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No matter how strong you are, you cannot hold open the jaws of a great-white shark with your bare hands... that can do your brain.
Ivan StoikovTags: books humour literature fantasy fiction allan-bard kids-funny-business
History has its truth, and so has legend. Legendary truth is of another nature than historical truth. Legendary truth is invention whose result is reality. Furthermore, history and legend have the same goal; to depict eternal man beneath momentary man.
Victor HugoTags: history on-fiction fiction legends
I'm really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.
John GreenTags: fiction alaska-young looking-for-alaska alaska miles
I gave up worrying about the principles of fiction writing when I realized that there weren't any.
Teri Louise KellyThere has always been, for me, this other world, this second world to fall back on--a more reliable world in so far as it does not hide that its premise is illusion.
Graham SwiftTags: reading books fantasy fiction escapism
It kept him alive, he was certain; even more, it kept his darkest of his demons at bay.
Lara AdrianIt is untrue that fiction is nonutilitarian. The uses of fiction are synonymous with the uses of literature. They include refreshment, clarification of life, self-awareness, expansion of our range of experiences, and enlargement of our sense of understanding and discovery, perception, intensification, expression, beauty , and understanding. Like literature generally, fiction is a form of discovery, perception, intensification, expression, beauty, and understanding. If it is all these things, the question of whether it is a legitimate use of time should not even arise.
Leland RykenTags: books literature on-fiction fiction classics novels
Then, slowly, my feet settled to the ground. Before I had taken six steps I sagged like a sail when the wind fades. As I walked back through the town, past sleeping houses and dark inns, my mood swung from elation to doubt in the space of three brief breaths.
I had ruined everything. All the things I had said, things that seemed so clever at the time, were in fact the worst things a fool could say. Even now she was inside, breathing a sigh of relief to finally be rid of me.
But she had smiled. Had laughed.
She hadn't remembered our first meeting on the road from Tarbean. I couldn't have made that much of an impression on her.
'Steal me,' she had said.
I should have been bolder and kissed her at the end. I should have been more cautious. I had talked too much. I had said too little.
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For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
Lord ByronTags: life truth on-fiction fiction strange lord-byron
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