Quotes About Fiction

Leave us some unreality. Do not make us too offensively sane.

But then the only things that one can use in fiction are the things that one has ceased to use in fact.

A we wszystkich romansach najgorsze jest to, ?e cz?owiek wychodzi z nich pozbawiony wszelkiego romantyzmu.

I prate of ancient poets' monstrous lies, Ne'er seen or now or then by human eyes.

I believe there are two ways of writing novels. One is making a sort of musical comedy without music and ignoring real life altogether; the other is going deep down into life and not caring a damn...

Our Z's been fucking Loren Blake.

Yeah, I know you. I made you up. This is my dream. You're a mixture of Zac Efron and Johnny Depp.

Actually, the zapping light was kinda like Sookie's fairy-light-thing. Do you think there's any chance I'm a fairy?" "No, Z. Focus. True Blood is fiction. This is the real world.

but before they could do anything this bright light zapped them." I paused, thinking through my panic. "Actually, the zapping light was kinda like Sookie's fairy-light-thing. Do you think there's any chance I'm a fairy?" "No, Z. Focus. True Blood is fiction.

Besides Diana Gabaldon's Scotland and Anne McCaffrey's Pern, DreamLand is my favorite land to visit.

P.C. Cast Kristin Cast

The spine, and I do not attempt to conceal the fact, had become soluble, in the last degree.

Are there any books of that sort nowadays? The only ones I ever see mentioned in the papers are about married couples who find life grey, and can't stick each other at any price.

Much has been written on the subject of bed-books. The general consensus of opinion is that a gentle, slow-moving story makes the best opiate

But dragons are one thing and aunts are another.

Tricky devils, these novelists. The ink gets into their heads.

At present, he's got the idea that I'm a kind of ... Who was the chap who was such a devil with the other sex? ... Donald something. Donald Duck?' Don Juan. That's the fellow I mean

Why does a literary scholar study the world of fiction? To show us that the facts can never be understood except in communion with the imagination.

The proper place to start, in order to understand the various things called religion, is in the human capacity to entertain supernatural fantasy. This vast domain of cognition includes daydreaming, fiction, myth, dreams, all produced by what classical psychology would have called the faculty of imagination.

I find myself happiest in the middle of a book in which I forget that I am reading, but am instead immersed in a made-up life lived at the highest pitch.

Reading Tolstoy makes us strive to be better people: better husbands and wives, children, and friends. He tries to teach us how to live by letting us participate in the brimming, storied experiences of his fictional world. Reading Leo Tolstoy, you will encounter a novelist who fell in love with his world and everything he saw and felt in it.

Again, I know that story is suspect in the high precincts of American fiction, but only because it brings entertainment and pleasure, the same responses that have always driven puritanical spirits at the dinner table wild when the talk turns to sexual intercourse and incontinence.

His stories were good because he imagined them intensely, so intensely that he came to believe them.

When I am thickening my plots, I like to think 'What if...What if...' Thus my imagination can move from the likely, which everyone can think of, to the unlikely-but-possible, my preferred plot.