Fictional Quotes

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Richelle Mead
“Belikov is a sick, evil man who should be thrown into a pit of rabid vipers for the great offense he commited against you this morning."
"Thank you." I said primly. Then, I considered. "Can vipers be rabid?"
"I don't see why not. Everything can be. I think. Canadian geese might be worse than vipers, though."
"Canadian geese are deadlier than vipers?"
"You ever try to feed those little bastards? They're vicious. You get thrown to vipers, you die quickly. But the geese? That'll go on for days. More suffering."
"Wow. I don't know whether I should be impressed or frightened that you've thought about all of this.”
Richelle Mead, Frostbite

“Every man dies, not every man really lives”
Randall Wallace, Braveheart

Stephen Chbosky
“I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won’t tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn’t change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad. ..Maybe it’s good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Because it’s okay to feel things. And be who you are about them.”
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Gena Showalter
“Pale hair fell in waves to his shoulders, framing a face mortal females considered a sensual feast. They didn't know the man was actually a devil in angel's skin. They should have, though. He practically glowed with irreverence, and there was an unholy gleam in his green eyes that proclaimed he would laugh in your face while cutting out your heat. Or laugh in your face while you cut out his heart.”
Gena Showalter, The Darkest Night

Stephen Chbosky
“I look at people holdings hands in the hallways, and I try to think how it all works. At the school dances, I sit in the background, and I tap my toe, and I wonder how many couples will dance to ‘their song.’ In the hallways, I see the girls wearing the guys’ jackets, and I think about the idea of property. And I wonder if anyone is really happy.”
Stephen Chbosky

Sherrilyn Kenyon
“That wasn't love; that was stupidity.”
Sherrilyn Kenyon

Dee Lestari
“...manusia terlahir ke dunia dibungkus rasa percaya. Tak ada yang lebih tahu kita ketimbang plasenta. Tak ada rumah yang lebih aman daripada rahim ibu. Namun, di detik pertama kita meluncur ke luar, perjudian hidup dimulai. Taruhanmu adalah rasa percaya yang kau lego satu per satu demi sesuatu bernama cinta”
Dee, Supernova: Ksatria, Puteri, dan Bintang Jatuh

“This isn't your world. It's your parents. Your world is still out there, waiting to be discovered. Always remember that.”
Carroll Bryant, Last Flight Out

“We share a bond. We do everything together. We have a piece of strong, invisible thread connecting us. It’s indestructible – it can never be broken. The thread is the key item that links us together. We understand each other.”
Erica Sehyun Song

Stephenie Meyer
“How could you fall in love with a three inch worm?”
Stephenie Meyer, The Host

Vera Nazarian
“The difference between real life and a story is that life has significance, while a story must have meaning.

The former is not always apparent, while the latter always has to be, before the end.”
Vera Nazarian

“Mary approaches her before she is able to reach her station. "Hello Lily. Get anything special for Christmas?"
"Just the usual." She answers. "Shattered dreams.”
Carroll Bryant, Last Flight Out

“Plans are for those without the good sense to savor the present. Others make plans and neglect their opportunities as they trickle through their fingers like dust. We find beauty in what is.”
Harry F. MacDonald, Casanova and the Devil's Doorbell

Dee Lestari
“Manusia berbagi 63% kesamaan gen dengan protozoa, 66% kesamaan gen dengan jagung, 75% dengan cacing. Dengan sesama kera-kera besar, perbedaan kita tidak lebih dari tiga persen. Kita berbagi 97% gen yang sama dengan orang utan. Namun, sisa tiga persen itu telah menjadikan pemusnah spesiesnya. Manusia menjadi predator nomor satu di planet ini karena segelintir saja gen berbeda.”
Dee, Partikel

Khayri R.R. Woulfe
“The rEaL wOrLd is but a fictional place where those who have narrow minds and shallow imagination compile their oppressive ideas of what rEaLiTy only should be.”
Khayri R.R. Woulfe

“Never wait for a woman to show interest. It is not her interest we seek, but her desire,” whispered Casanova. “Intrigue her, tantalize her, flatter her and let her know that she is the only one in the room that you truly want. Women want to be admired and desired above all others. Even if they refuse you, they will never forget you.”
Harry F. MacDonald, Casanova and the Devil's Doorbell

Dee Lestari
“Tak ada cara untuk menggambarkannya dengan tepat. Tapi coba bayangkan ada sepuluh ribu ikan piranha yang menyergapmu langsung. Kau tak mungkin berpikir. Tak mungin mengucapkan kalimat perpisahan apalagi membacakan wasiat. Lupakan untuk berpisah dengan manis dan mesra seperti di film-film. Listrik membunuhmu dengan sensasi. Begitu dashyatnya. engkau hanya mampu terkulai lemas. Engkau mati tergoda”
Dee, Supernova: Petir

Adam Johnson
“The urge to create a fictional narrative is a mysterious one, and when an idea comes, the writer's sense of what a story wants to be is only vaguely visible through the penumbra of inspiration.”
adam johnson

“I don't know who he was," Kavita flat-out states, "but whoever he was he sure did a number on you, didn't he?"
Mary leans forward to ensure he would see her deviant stare. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I did a number on him?"
Kavita leans in closer as well, and with that same deviant expression, "Yes. I have.”
Carroll Bryant, Last Flight Out

Haruki Murakami
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't some­ thing that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you.”
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Tom Dolby
“But maybe that's how it is with art. You suffer, and in the end, everyone thinks it's cool.”
Tom Dolby

Esi Edugyan
“He begun to tease air through the brass. At first we all just stood there with our axes at the ready, staring at him. Nothing happened. I glanced at Chip, shook my head. But then I begun to hear, like a pinprick on the air--it was that subtle--the voice of a hummingbird singing at a pitch and speed almost beyond hearing. Wasn't like nothing I ever heard before. The kid come in at a strange angle, made the notes glitter like crystal. Pausing, he took a huge breath, started playing a ear-spitting scale that drawn out the invisible phrase he'd just played.”
Esi Edugyan, Half Blood Blues

Polly Shulman
“The Library of Fictional Volumes.”

Ahead of us, silhouetted against a brilliant orange sunset, was a tall, rectangular stone building with banks and banks of windows.

“Fictional volumes?” echoed Cole. “You mean novels and short stories? But why would they keep the ship’s logbooks there? Aren’t logbooks nonfiction?”

Andre said, “It’s not a fiction library. It’s a fictional library of fictional books. Some are fictional fiction and some are fictional nonfiction.”

“Isn’t all fiction fictional? Isn’t that what the word means?” Cole objected. “And what’s fictional nonfiction? That doesn’t mean anything.”

Dr. Rust explained, “The Spectral Library is where we keep books that only exist in books. Like . . . What’s a good example, someone?”

The Mad Trist of Sir Launcelot Canning,” suggested Andre.

“Exactly! The Mad Trist of Sir Launcelot Canning is a work of fiction—it’s a medieval romance. But it only exists in the Poe story ‘The Fall of the House of Usher.’ The narrator reads The Mad Trist to his crazy friend. You can’t find it in any ordinary library, but we have a copy here in our library of fictional books. It’s fictional fiction.”
Polly Shulman, The Poe Estate

Polly Shulman
“Okay, what’s fictional nonfiction, then?” I asked.

“Same idea. Not all the fictional books are fiction,” explained Dr. Rust. “Some are nonfiction.”

“Huh?” Now I was thoroughly confused.

“Oh, for example . . .” Dr. Rust hesitated.

Elizabeth suggested, “The Key to All Mythologies?”

“Yes! Good one. That’s in Middlemarch, a novel by George Eliot. A fussy scholar spends his life writing it—The Key to All Mythologies, I mean. It’s nonfiction, but it exists in the novel, which is fiction. So it’s fictional nonfiction. See?”
Polly Shulman, The Poe Estate

Polly Shulman
“Okay,” said Cole, “then why did Andre just call the library a fictional library of fictional volumes?”

“For the same reason the rest of our collection in the Poe Annex is fictional,” said Dr. Rust. “The library comes from a work of fiction. In this case, ‘The Spectral Librarian’—another Laetitia Flint story . . .”

“Actually,” Elizabeth interrupted, “if you want to get really technical, you could call it a fictional fictional library of fictional fiction and fictional nonfiction. Because in the Flint story, the narrator finds a manuscript in an old library. The manuscript is called The Spectral Librarian, and it’s a novel about a ghost librarian who tends the Spectral Library of Fictional Volumes. It’s a story within a story. So in the Flint fiction, the library is fictional, which makes it doubly fictional here.”
Polly Shulman, The Poe Estate

Erica Bauermeister
“I wonder sometimes how I could have ever believed in mermaids. I never would have accepted something like the Easter bunny- I knew too much about chickens and who they let take their eggs away. But I had seen flowers bloom into fruit, like straw turned into gold. I'd seen the way sea anemones seemed to die and be born again with every shift of the tide. I'd found seashells that spiraled into themselves, and my father had told me that those elegant shapes once housed animals. In such a world, mermaids did not seem impossible.”
Erica Bauermeister, The Scent Keeper

Monique Truong
“Sterling Memorial, the main library at Yale, had been built to resemble a Gothic cathedral, replete with stained glass, carved stonework, and a crenellated tower. Completed in 1930, the structure was "as near to modern Gothic as we dared" according to its architect, James Gamble Rogers. The use of the word "dare" always intrigued me. It suggested boundaries and infractions. There was, as I had come to expect at Yale, a scandalous story attached to the library's design. The benefactress, an old woman with failing eyesight, wanted a place of worship, and Yale wanted a library. Flouting its own motto, Lux et Veritas, Yale presented her with a structural trompe l'oeil. A cathedral in its outlines, but in its details a pantheon to books, where King Lear was a demigod and Huckleberry Finn a mischievous angel. The visual world had already become a greasy smudge to the benefactress, so the old biddy died never knowing the difference.
Light and Truth, indeed.”
Monique Truong, Bitter in the Mouth

“LC is not the best Admin.”
God, The King James Bible: [KJV] Best Bible For Kindle

Patrick C. Notchtree
“Simon had learnt quickly that life is hard and to retreat into a world of his own construction.”
Patrick C. Notchtree, The Clouds Still Hang

Patrick C. Notchtree
“Poor kid, thought Simon. Would I be in that hidden anguish were it not for Daniel?”
Patrick C. Notchtree, The Clouds Still Hang

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