Novel Quotes

The sound of him drinking was indescribable—like dirty runoff down a storm drain.

~ Steven Ramirez

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.

~ Steven Ramirez

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man,’ he said.

~ Steven Ramirez

She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.

~ Steven Ramirez

Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.

~ Steven Ramirez

When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me.

~ Steven Ramirez

It’s not about winning, it’s about doing what’s right. And yes, we will do what’s right.

~ Steven Ramirez

I’m not a bad person.

~ Steven Ramirez

I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.

~ Steven Ramirez

I felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me.

~ Steven Ramirez

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

~ Steven Ramirez

Drive. He’s already dead.

~ Steven Ramirez

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

~ Steven Ramirez

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

~ Steven Ramirez

‘Can’t you see what they are?’ I said. ‘They’re all dead.’

~ Steven Ramirez

I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.

~ Steven Ramirez

I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.

~ Steven Ramirez

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

~ Steven Ramirez

‘Eighth one this week,’ he said.

~ Steven Ramirez

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

~ Steven Ramirez

During our time together in this place Holly didn’t outright avoid me or treat me rudely. But she wasn’t—how do women like to put it? She wasn’t emotionally available to me.

~ Steven Ramirez

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.

~ Steven Ramirez

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.

~ Steven Ramirez

A riverless silence made the air heavy.

~ Steven Ramirez

Hopis have lived in America longer than anyone. We wanted to explore the concept of Earthly visitation through the eyes of people who have also witnessed the rapid evolution of modern culture. For us, their beliefs ring true on so many levels. Hopi prophecy speaks to the destiny of man...in a universe where we are not alone.

~ T.j. Wolf

When it becomes acceptable to kill another man or woman, childhood dies.” whispered Laurence. “When it becomes acceptable to kill a child…humanity dies.

~ Kipjo Kenyatta Ewers

I believe that humans are on an evolutionary path where brain usage will escalate beyond the current 10% standard, and as we evolve, so will our “ESP” abilities. Today, more and more children are born already possessing these abilities, and it’s appropriate we adjust to the new world reality already happening.

~ Tessie Jayme

. . . there was no possible way to deny that this girl probably felt emotions much deeper than most other people. If anyone was human, she was.

~ J. Kowallis

Out in the field, any connection with home just makes you weaker. It reminds you that you were once civilized, soft; and that can get you killed faster than a bullet through the head.

~ Henry Mosquera

What is realized in the novel is the process of coming to know one's own language as it is perceived in someone else's language, coming to know one's own belief system in someone else's system.

~ Mikhail Bakhtin

The lively oral storytelling scene in Scots and Gaelic spills over into the majority English-speaking culture, imbuing it with a strong sense of narrative drive that is essential to the modern novel, screenplay and even non-fiction.

~ Sara Sheridan

Love has different shape, like this falling snow in winter

~ Rizki De

Humans by nature are promiscuous. Loyalty is an aberration!

~ Sanjai Velayudhan

Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered Hush.

~ Craig Thompson

The bourgeois novel is the greatest enemy of truth and honesty that was ever invented.

~ J.g. Ballard

Parenthood doesn’t improve one’s character, it exposes it.

~ Leslie A. Gordon

Sometime rhetoric was just another way to lie and impress persons, and he knew this

~ Haidji

Here’s the truth: I am the female version of a heartbreaker. The one that everyone says is too dedicated to ballet, too self-involved to ever care about anyone else besides herself. I’m the rebel. The bad twin. I am Tally—the loner, the party of one. The love and leave ‘em prototype. Heartless. That is me. I have no time for romance, flowers, or relationships. I like one-night stands with plenty of sex and no promises of a future. I like the lies I tell. I’m comfortable in telling them…most of the time. This is me.

~ Katherine Owen

... isn't breaking a supervillian out of jail a little ... much?

~ Kirstin Van Dyke

When he told F. of his disgust at the eyelid's movement, he must have been sixteen. When he decided to study medicine, he must have been nineteen; by then, having already signed on to the contract to forget, he no longer remembered what he had said to F. three years before. Too bad for him. The memory might have alerted him, might have helped him see that his choice of medicine was wholly theoretical, made without the slightest self- knowledge. Thus he studied medicine for three years before giving up with a sense of shipwreck. What to choose after those lost years? What to attach to, if his inner self should keep as silent as it had before? He walked down the broad outside staircase of the medical school for the last time, with the feeling that he was about to find himself alone on a platform all the trains had left.

~ Milan Kundera