Literary Fiction Quotes
Literary Fiction Quote of the day
Among the Igbo the art of conversation is regarded very highly, and proverbs are the palm-oil with which words are eaten.
It's amazing how close I have been, all this time, to my old life. And yet the distance that divides me from it is vast.
As the flesh gets in the way of our ideals, we regulate ourselves unto enslavement and inhumanity.The human spirit then dies and the animal in us returns.
Mr Martinek turned back to Jana. 'Thirty-eight per cent alcohol, sixty-two per cent fire - all the way from Karlovy Vary.
Question: You’re 21-years-old, a young adult writing mature adult literary fiction. Imaj: Yes, I feel creativity is an ageless thing.
It was a year ago today your daughter went missing.’ Bagg had closed his eyes, feeling the death going on inside.
There are ultimate truths you cannot hide from no matter how high you climb or how long you sit alone. Everything is on its way somewhere, even if that place feels like nowhere.
One word was the method by which the state collected their information. They could reel in the informants and spread them out like tentacles, ready to sting in any direction.
I don't know, Benes. I'm not sure I've ever really understood women for that kind of commitment.' He flipped his beer mat up int the air with his index finger and caught it in his hand.
9 November 1989. A day nobody would forget. She had heard rumours about the wall.
As the sun lowered into the city's skyline, casting an orange glow over the islands, Jana could feel people's hopes rising.
The things white men failed to notice would fill the world they had ruined ten thousand times over.
He nodded, looking across the room at the sea of photographers and journalists. The microphones spread around him like birds waiting to be fed.
Don't ever let anyone tell you that things can't be changed, that things can't be done. The can and they will, if we are united in what we believe.
War’s all either country knows, and everything seems to depend on it now.
Tastes change, Cherie. I find the older I get the more I like to be reminded of my youth.
Here's to the future, he said and lifted the glass to his mouth. There was a lump of regret stuck in his throat as he spoke the words, but he washed it down with the whiskey.
I was an unwilling passenger leaving the Big Country. I would miss the mountains and the waterfalls, the treks on broad horses' backs to hidden villages in secret valleys.
He was a shadow of the man that once intimidated us out of our home, a shell of a human being, a fragment of a father.
He looked along the line of children, exhibits A to C of his existence and heirs to the twisted throne of his corrupt genetics.
It was a sacrifice worthy of her and dreams are made to be killed.
I’m looking for the exit.”“The Last Exit to Brooklyn, will it be?”“Er, no! Just the way out.”From "One man in his time
It feels as though it were just yesterday Grandfather exited my life like a bullet, leaving a bleeding hole behind.
We sat still, our breathing loud and rhythmic, its music melancholy, a traditional song of sorrow.
Bah! You want to hear the vilest thing a man’s done and you want him to be a hero at the same time!
The author is impacted by a hidden insistence that takes the shape of different combinations each time adifferent text is produced but the underlying problem remains the same for him.
Underneath the groundyou can't hear a soundnot even the sweet falling rainyou might forget about tomorrowforget about the swallowsbut they won't forget youthey won't forget you
Dare I ask Mao and his Communist Party?I fear my throat will be cut into two pieces.In the name of revolution, for thought crimes, Such questions can turn me to ashes.
Thinking, like other drugs, can be a useful distraction from pain, as long as it's managed and doesn't become an addiction.
Maybe that’s why I was so afraid of Sasha’s love. With him comes the remembering part that I was so good at forgetting.~Piper - 'Breathe Me
I don't correct her to let her know her backdoor wisdom yanks me deep into another country, where water runs uphill.
Once upon a time Karen saw somebody nobody else could see. She thought to ask an old man: who were you? Once upon a time I thought to dream of medicine. Now I dream of medicine by the sea.
Cyrus is the meat and potatoes of my life, but Prudence was a cupcake I could enjoy just for the sheer sweetness of being with her.
Can you imagine how many people got laid in here?" Abby said, walking to the other side of the Jacuzzi.
A Quote from Monty's journal in GOD MUST BE WEEPING. "I felt as anonymous as a grain of sand.
Not having any drink about ain’t the same as not understanding the need for one. Times like these change a body’s perspective.
In the white marble hall of the hotel, I'm waltzing with Rajat. The music is a river and we're dancing in it. It winds against our bodies, muscular as a serpent.
Stallions, " Frank said, "they're fightin' over a girl. - DANIEL'S ESPERANZA
When you turn around, you'll see something I bet you've never seen before. If it takes your breath away, then you'll fit in nicely. If you don't feel anything, then maybe you don't belong here.
What do you think about America?""Everyone always smiles so big! Well—most people. Maybe not so much you. I think it looks stupid.
Some ghosts are so quiet you would hardly know they were there.
Last night I dreamt Moses and I were rowing underwater.We could breathe and talk to one another.We rowed past schools of fish and sea anemones and Moses named them for me.”—Jules Finn
Despite their macabre imaginations, they don't believe the things they say, all those things about magic and fantômes. But I do. I know he lingers. I've heard his voice, soft as a lover's whisper.
We all have a book in us. The first step is recognising this. Writing it is a whole new journey.
We lie on the blanket, our bare bodies basking in the sun like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. Only our apples were bitten a long time ago, and we ate them too.
It is not often that I have two options to choose from. It is nice to be compelled towards something, otherwise one drifts through life unimpeded.Bhanggi