Fictional Quotes

What's a horse doing on a spaceship" "What's pre-revolutionary France doing on a spaceship? Mickey, get a little perspective!"Dr. Who "The Girl In The Fireplace

History is indeed stranger than fiction. The twists and turns of human history are too outlandish for to be believable in any work of fiction.

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

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.

This isn't your world. It's your parents. Your world is still out there, waiting to be discovered. Always remember that.

Fictions are realities we don't think of, that are happening to people we know nothing about.

I was slightly thankful when Mom finally came out and unlocked the car. It was warm and toasty inside and it smelt like home. There was not the slightest smell of something that didn’t belong home.

Grayson: Fiction is just a lie anyway.Brianna: But it's not - it's a different kind of truth - it would be your truth at the time of the writing, wouldn't it?

I could have drowned today. If they hadn’t been screaming my name so loudly and if I hadn’t woken up, I would have drowned.

I could have drowned…and my brother didn’t even care.

I closed my eyes and dived into foreign water.

She snorted in amusement at my remark. “When are the guards going to start to notice?” Keith peered into the distance. “Starting now,

Although nobody could ever know about our friendship, that wasn’t going to stop us from being together.

Have you lost your mind? What have I told you Charlie about whales? You can’t MANHANDLE THEM!

The other one was filled with loud and obnoxious tourists. Always boasting on winning a sand castle competition and seeing who could get tanned first. What a whacky bunch of people.

I never look at a painting and ask, "Is this painting fictional or non-fictional?" It's just a painting.

I watched her shadow merge with the darker colours of the deep sea.

Our pendants glowed in unison and I understood that they represented us – Siren and human intertwined for eternity.

I knew that it was impossible for us to be kept apart for too long.

To give herself a measure of credible autonomy, she had decided to invent a husband. Then, in a subsequent flash of inspiration, she had just as quickly killed him off.

A good novel, one which entices the author as much as it beckons the reader.

Is the writer cruel that makes his characters suffer only to bring them to triumph or tragedy in the end?

Computer Coding is a life skill for this generation.