Fiction Quotes - Page 9

While what I write is always largely consistent with the records that remain I freely admit that where historical fact proves a barrier to invention, I simply move a detail a little one way or another.

...I retreat into my fictional world where everything makes sense - but even there I can't even control what people do...

I have no problem in moving a date one way or another or coming up with a subplot that gets my characters in (or out) of a fix more rambunctiously than the extant records show.

The morning was brisk and the coffee was hot and roasted with little gurgles in the room. Rosie hadn’t moved, but she let out a tiny snore every now and again that made everything perfect.

We all fight for money, some for power, but most of all for love. But me, I fight to become a champion.

Is this how humanity waves good-bye?
Hell no.

Dream big!

Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.

You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don't have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn't mean they apply to you.

Maybe weakness is a strength of a kind.

When good Americans die, they go to Paris,' the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette.
But you’re not dead. I suppose the question must be, are you good?

You're only young once, but you can be immature forever

You know when I told you the joke about how a friend will help you move, but a real friend will help you move a body? I was only kidding.

They say that right before you die your whole life flashes before you – a medley of your own personal greatest hits. Well then, I must be about to live, because events that haven’t happened yet are constantly pushing themselves into my head.

Be careful who you choose as your friends because their bad habits can become your bad habits. Choose wisely...we all have a choice in life.

A smart person is not one that knows the answers, but one who knows where to find them...

If anyone or anything tries to curse or kill the Goodness at the Center of all things, it will just keep coming back to life. Forever Easter.

Writing fiction feels like an adventurous act, nudging aside reality a word at a time.

The Gates of Heaven and the Gates of Hell are the same gates. It just depends which side you're standing on when you walk through.

Human life is fiction's only theme.