All Quotes By Tag: Fiction

“Jika kita menyukai sesuatu, bagaimanapun keadaannya, kita hanya akan tetap menyukainya. Rasa suka itu tidak akan terpengaruh oleh faktor lain. Suka, ya, suka, dan akan begitu walau dilihat dari sudut pandang mana saja.”

“I didn’t want to be the woman who gave herself over willingly to the first man to notice her. I didn’t want to be the stupid girl in every novel who loved without question and entered relationships that didn’t make sense.”

“He had taken George, my beloved George, from me. And he had taken my other self: Anne.”

“Lily looks back down at the necklace in her hand that Kavita had given her. “It must have cost a fortune.””It did.” He confirms. “Though not nearly as much as you’re worth.”Lily looks up at him. “Don’t say that. You hurt me everytime you speak.”

“I don’t know who he was,” Kavita flat-out states, “but whoever he was he sure did a number on you, didn’t he?”Mary leans forward to ensure he would see her deviant stare. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe I did a number on him?”Kavita leans in closer as well, and with that same deviant expression, “Yes. I have.”

“The white lily stands for purity. Artists for centuries have pictured the angel Gabriel coming to the virgin Mary with a spray of lillies in his hand, to announce that she is to be the mother of the Turks.”

“You know,” Kavita begins, “I think I can pick out my own furniture. I am an artist after all. I do have some taste.””No you don’t.” Nick plainly states. “No man has taste. Besides, I didn’t pick it out, she did. Wives are good for things like that.”

“My name’s Sean, Jem. I’m Sean.”

“It kept him alive, he was certain; even more, it kept his darkest of his demons at bay.”

“Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.”

“What comes from the heart will go to the heart”

“Over the years I have forged intimate familial ties with these characters, who are reflections of a portion of myself. Consequently, even a character who appeared only once in a short story waits now in the wings, concealed by the curtain, for his next appearance on-stage. Not one of them has ever broken free of his familial ties with me and disappeared for ever – at least, not within the confines of my heart.”

“He pulled me toward him, and all I could do was stand there with arms at my sides and head against his chest. Broken, I feared even the slightest movement would cause pieces of me to snap off and fall to the gritty pavement.”

“Oh dios mio, she makes me burn, she makes me need. She is etching herself into mi alma”

“The difference between vampires and angels? Angels are real.”