Quotes About Novels

There's no point in writing hopeless novels. We all know we're going to die; what's important is the kind of men and women we are in the face of this.

Pure evil has no real place. And that means, doesn't it, that I have no place. Except, perhaps, in the art that repudiates evil—the vampire comics, the horror novels, the old gothic tales—or in the roaring chants of the rock stars who dramatize the battles against evil that each mortal fights within himself.

You know how I love talking about books, and you know how I adore receiving compliments.

Makes perfect sense. In a problematic way. But life is problematic, so novels must be too.

What do you do when Mom leaves you alone like this? (Kat) I write romance novels. (Acheron)

They didn't have novels back then. (Tory) History says they didn't have books, yet what's this thing in my hand? It's square, bound paper that's been written on. Looks like a book to me. (Acheron) Thank you, Captain Sarcasm. How nice of you to join us again. (Tory)

I started realising that the themes running through all of my novels were really haunting and obsessing me about my own life.

I have been a film buff all my life and believe that the finest cinema is fully the equal of the best novels.

I don't like novels that tie everything up in a plot-y way. I always think that's not really true of life, particularly of people in power.

My novels are certainly more exciting than my own life.

THE SAINT, detective drama, based on the novels by Leslie Charteris.

When God is driven to the periphery of the public square, the human spiritual capacity longs for exercise, and it often finds it in the "suspension of disbelief" and activity of the imagination that are available in novels and movies.

I've written 17 novels, and I've found out that fiction can't keep up with real life.

I suppose I'm proudest of my novels for what's imagined in them. I think the world of my imagination is a richer and more interesting place than my personal biography.

Away with old Romance! Away with novels, plots and plays of foreign courts; Away with love-verses, sugar'd in rhyme, the intrigues, amours of idlers; Fitted for only banquets of the night where dancers to late music slide; The unhealthy pleasures, ex

If I had my way no one should be taught to read until after he had passed his hundredth year. In that way, and in that way only can we protect our youth from the dreadful influence of such novels as 'Three Cycles, Not To Mention The Rug,' which dreadful book I have found within the past month in the hands of at least twenty children in the neighborhood, not one of whom was past sixty.

When you're my age and you see a story, you better go for it pretty quickly. I'd just like to get a few more novels under my belt.

Ruth Rendell, Jonathon Kellerman, Len Deighton . . . clever writers, all of them. No romance, or supernatural, or street-level cop novels here. Psychological mysteries. Suspense. Kellerman was even himself a psychologist. Quinn figured the readers of such books got their enjoyment out of trying to outwit the writers. Would Ida or her late husband be the sort to write critical Amazon

I understood that novels, unlike children's books, were serious and important and that, just as my parents' job was to treat patients in a hospital, so, too, was it someone's job to write novels. Every civilized country had such people. They were in some way the very mark of civilization.

Kelley becomes addicted to the novels of Danielle Steel. Now, there's a woman who knows about life: dying billionaires who cut their obnoxious children out of the will, unappreciated housewives who fall into the arms of the children's sailing instructor. And Ms. Steel writes one heck of a sex scene.

Cloudstreet, by Tim Winton; Song of Solomon, by Toni Morrison; White Fur, by Jardine Libaire; and—oh, baby—Adultery and Other Choices, by Andre Dubus, who might be the writer Vivi loves most.

If you can read novels, and you have too much sense not to be fond of them, read 'Villette.' The scene of the greater part of it is in Belgium, and I think it a strong book. 'Ruth,' too, by Mrs. Gaskell, the author of 'Mary Barton,' has pleased me very much.

I am half given to think that it pays better than the novel does, in spite of everything. Not that we speak out of golden experience; alas, no! We have had not a sou from our books for a year past, the booksellers being bound of course to cover their own

The two anonymously published epistolary novels Appearance is against Them (1786) and Emily Herbert: or, Perfidy Punished (1786) were later ascribed to the hand of Elizabeth Inchbald, though there is much dispute now whether she actually wrote them.