Fiction Quotes

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.

~ Erica Sehyun Song

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

~ Erica Sehyun Song

My job takes up many daylight hours, it wakes me in the still of night and fills my head with ghosts and monsters but I love it, telling stories is what I was born to do.

~ Ken Scott

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

~ Erica Sehyun Song

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

~ Erica Sehyun Song

He sent it flying at full speed. It jumped six times as well, sending ripples across the sea. The small splashes of foam turned into miniature rainbows as they caught the light of the evening sun setting behind the clouds.

~ Erica Sehyun Song

Fiction in general holds little interest for me. Novels, in particular, arouse more suspicion than intrigue. It truly baffles me that any practitioner of make-believe should (especially in this day and age) feel the need to produce anything so gratuitous. The fact that certain examples of this fare can approach the length of your average dictionary seems inherently absurd.

~ Dan Garfat-Pratt

I distracted Herbert by pretending to trip and break a bone. Ethan darted around to the red golf cart with a cocky smile on his face. He put the key in ignition, and the vehicle roared to life. “Hey,” Herbert shouted, snapping his attention to Ethan. I sprang up and ran up to Ethan. He pulled me in the cart and stomped on the gas pedal. We shot through the automatic doors with Herbert on our tail. “Go faster!” I cheered. My brother smacked the steering wheel. “I can’t; it’s a golf cart.

~ Erica Sehyun Song

I closed my eyes and dived into foreign water.

~ Erica Sehyun Song

Again Gabe looked back at Michael, hoping he was about to step in, but all he did was give him a nod. A nod? Really? I don't need a nod. I need someone to stop this! Gabe thought.

~ Wendy Owens

I told you; I am Arianna, the Siren, your Guardian, and how is a Guardian supposed to do her job if she is clueless about the Guardianee?

~ Erica Sehyun Song

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

~ Erica Sehyun Song

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.

~ Erica Sehyun Song

Everything was quiet now. It was even too freaky quiet. The house seemed big without anyone else inside. It felt lonely, like a ghost town.

~ Erica Sehyun Song

A long time ago, there was a little girl called Mary. Now Mary, she was warned several times not to go to her neighbor’s house. Her neighbor was a grandmother. But Mary hardly listened, so she snuck off one night to spy on her. She tried the front door first, and it creaked open. Then suddenly, she heard a squeaking noise upstairs. She followed it – climbed up the wooden stairs where half of it was already rotten. She heard the squeaking noise again. It was coming from the library. She opened the door and hid behind a couch. She peered out, and she saw the grandmother.” Dave paused to drain his cup of coffee before continuing. My heart thudded so loudly, I thought that everyone could hear it. “So Mary gasped in disbelief as she heard the squeaking noise again, and the grandmother’s rocking chair was not moving at all. Then the grandmother opened her eyes and looked directly at her, holding her gaze steadily and sharply, and then suddenly, BOO!

~ Erica Sehyun Song

If a woman chooses to support her husband and become First Lady, I believe she must do so with the understanding that the public expects the full-meal deal.

~ Venita Ellick

People vote for whom they believe will be the best president and representative for our country. The First Lady is not on the ballot.

~ Venita Ellick

A writer looks at an issue and asks, 'What if this were to occur? Or what if that was thrown into the mix? What would that look like?

~ Venita Ellick

The last image I registered was Ethan and my hand – linked, bound and unbreakable.

~ Erica Sehyun Song

Day in and day out we learn to train and grow as Guardians. We do as we're told and follow the rules. We all work hard. Now it's our turn to watch some demons tremble in fear! It's our turn to watch the hunters become the hunted. Who's ready to see some fighting? Better yet, who wants to see what our great protector is made of?

~ Wendy Owens

Look how we have made our broken hearts soar.

~ Maria Testa

If a woman were elected president, would our nation expect her husband to be the official White House host?

~ Venita Ellick

That was when I saw their hate come out. They fought on the front lawn. Balloons and my birthday cake stood witness as I watched every regretful blow from my mother. I knew my sister was at war with my mother, but I never knew what her cruelty was capable of. My mother’s military was larger than Jayme’s. My mother already had my father, and she had her five children, including me.

~ Joseph Mcginnis

In fiction: we find the predictable boring. In real life: we find the unpredictable terrifying.

~ Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Everybody is equally weak on the inside, just that some present their ruins as new castles and become kings –

~ Simona Panova

The writer's characters must stand before us with a wonderful clarity, such continuous clarity that nothing they do strikes us as improbable behavior for just that character, even when the character's action is, as sometimes happens, something that came as a surprise to the writer himself. We must understand, and the writer before us must understand, more than we know about the character; otherwise neither the writer nor the reader after him could feel confident of the character's behavior when the character acts freely.

~ John Gardner

Strength and victory... What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.

~ Simona Panova

Why are you so anxious to destroy in the name of a vulgar, commonplace sense of truth, this reality which comes to birth attracted and formed by the magic of the stage itself, which has indeed more right to live here than you, since it is much truer than you -- if you don't mind my saying so?

~ Luigi Pirandello

There may always be another reality to make fiction of the truth we think we've arrived at.

~ Christopher Fry

The difference between nonfiction and fiction is that fiction must be absolutely believable.

~ Mark Twain

Shocked my old friend from China, Deja Vu, when I turned up at his door without notice.

~ Nikhil Sharda

I came to the party with the sole purpose of getting completely shit-faced, to be perfectly honest. That was it, that was The Plan from the very beginning. I wanted more than anything that ever regrettable, forgetting-everything-you-learned-as-a-toddler kind of wasted that only either the completely stupid venture into or the complete novice (given how naive I was I think I fall more into the latter category). It was a very simple plan, but I like to think the simplest ones tend to be the most effective. The Plan sure as hell didn't involve everything else that happened that night, as all of that occurred quite naturally on its own.

~ J.c. Joranco

How long has it been since I entered this blackness? Has it been days, months, or years? I’m stuck here with my mind, my thoughts, my memories, and my nightmares.

~ Shari J. Ryan

That was a stupid idea I made up while drunk. Why did someone build that?

~ Warren Ellis

I write fiction not for my readers and not for myself. I write fiction for the sake of those odd heroic characters that are contained therein. They are counting on me as much as I am counting on them.

~ Nicholas Trandahl

She opened her eyes and looked into his rather intensely. What? Alex asked. This cannot be. What can't be? Alex asked her, more bafflement in his voice this time. I have been reading people all my life. I can even read cats and dogs. I've been doing it all my life and i've been here longer than the two of you put together. And? Alex wanted to get to the point. Whatever the truth may be, he just wanted to hear it, wanted it on the table before them so he could get this over with and they can go home. AND.....you are the first person that has nothing for me to see. And here I was hoping you'd say I'd win the lottery or get married to a supermodel or something. Alex said, starting to laugh. You don't understand. I don't see anything, anything at all. There is nothing to you, nothing but what I see before me. So....what does that mean? It means you don't exist.

~ J.c. Joranco

As the sun went down outside, the television screen started completely lighting up the room in obnoxiously bright colors at hyperactive speeds. The conversation had been slowly rising in volume and frequency, as everyone started becoming more delinquent and the social boundaries slowly wore away. I don't remember what any of them said because I wasn't honestly paying any attention. I was focusing on my own misery and trying to numb the inner demons, the ugly things Thomas claimed came from the Outside World. Yet, to me, it wasn't outside, but rather INSIDE, as in my own head. I kept hearing Charley's voice from bits and pieces of conversations we had, laughter that I'll never hear ever again.

~ J.c. Joranco

I feel like these characters, these places, these beings and plots, and even these inanimate objects are counting on me for survival. It’s my responsibility to reveal them to the world, to show my readers the names of these things, to show them their histories and stories.

~ Nicholas Trandahl

As in the universe every atom has an effect, however minuscule, on every other atom, so that to pinch the fabric of Time and Space at any point is to shake the whole length and breadth of it, so in fiction every element has effect on every other, so that to change a character's name from Jane to Cynthia is to make the fictional ground shudder under her feet.

~ John Gardner

It was the sunlight coming through the window that woke Alex up, mother nature's own alarm clock rudely snapped him back to consciousness. The white light poured in so arrogantly that it was too much for his eyes to handle. Squinting did not seem enough to defend against it and the light slipped between his fingers when he held up his hand in an attempt to shield his eyes.

~ J.c. Joranco