All Quotes By Tag: Fiction

“In the end, fiction is the craft of telling truth through lies.”

“Energy is neither created nor destroyed. It just changes shape.”

“He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face.”

“I noticed him right away. No, it wasn’t his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn’t the slim, collarless biker jacket he wore, hugging his lean shoulders. It was the way he stood. The confident way he waited in the cafeteria line to get a slice of pizza. He didn’t saunter. He didn’t amble. He stood at the center, and let the other people buzz around him. His stance was straight and sure.”

“That the stars guide us, but do not compel us. It is our free will that determines the outcome of all things. God does impose his will on us, rather he makes it known and allows us to choose if we will follow it.”

“There is no excuse for anyone to write fiction for public consumption unless he has been called to do so by the presence of a gift. It is the nature of fiction not to be good for much unless it is good in itself.”

“So long as we do not depend on the facts entirely, incomplete knowledge is better than complete ignorance.–Egwene al’Vere”

“It’s about time! It’s supposed to be a ritual, not a marathon.”

“The most temptation I’d experienced had been with Tomas, the Senate’s spy who had been feeding off me without permission, and Mircea, who was probably plotting some nefarious scheme. I have no taste in men.”

“I’m not the same person I was before, and I am deathly afraid I will never be her again…”

“You had this all planned, didn’t you?’ I accused. ‘Thought you could come in here and seduce me like you do everyone else?’ It wasn’t as if I could be angry, lying atop him as I was, but I tried.”

“I dodged behind Mac for cover and refused to take the bait. I glanced at my nonexistent watch. ‘Oops, look at the time. Guess I have to be going now. Let’s not do this again sometime, okay?’Before I could move, Pritkin was there, jamming the medallion into the skin of my upper arm.’Ow!’He looked at me expectantly. I glared at him. ‘That hurt!’What do you see?’A big red mark,”

“Aubrey, crouching on a nearby counter, watched me with squinty eyes, apparently pondering why anyone would willingly immerse themselves in water ever, let alone for extended periods of time. ”

“It hurt, remembering. Hurt because there was so much I’d done, so much I’d yet to do. In so many different ways, I now realized, not remembering had been a blessing. A brief respite in the twisted bloody mess that my life had become.But at least I knew who I was.”

“I keep warning and warning, and nobody seems willing to listen. One of these days someone is going to wake up to the fact that I’m serious when I say never to attack my sister without looking over your shoulder for me. (Rhoan)”