The beauty of dystopia is that it lets us vicariously experience future worlds - but we still have the power to change our own.

Voldemort the corn snake with the shoe fetish. Wonderful.

So you're her brother? says Lynn. I guess we know who got the good genes. I laugh at the expression on Caleb's face, his mouth drawn into a slight pucker and his eyes wide.

Jackson snorted. And Selena play - slapped his chest, like he was her mischievous boyf

What's he doing here anyway? And where is his shirt? I take a quick glance and swallow hard. Never mind. The shirt can stay gone.

Love, is an unknown passion, for an unknown person, for an unknown reason.

"Laughter comes from living." I shrug, try to sound indifferent. "I've never really been alive before."

Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and adventures are the shadow truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes and forgotten.

Real is overrated No way in my life is that the gist I'd be everything I am not If I were a fictionist

Skathis might have been an artist, but he'd been a vile one. Strange the dreamer was an artist, too, and he was the antidote to vile.

... all I knew were novels. It gave me pause, for a moment, that all my reference points were fiction, that all my narratives were lies.

Friendship isn't always sunnyside up.

We couldn't believe our luck, and for a little while it felt like we were on some big train rolling down a hill, and all we cared about was how great it felt to be going fast.

I just prefer my fiction with more teeth.

Fuck, yes. Merrick stood. And if you're telling this story, I'm getting the bottle.

Fiction becomes visual by becoming verbal

Action is the pulse of any good story, but the character is the heart. If the action has no consequence to the character, the story loses heart.

"Fiction is very, very important," he said, his voice rising. "Storytelling is how people learn. You get people to understand new cultures and other lives through stories. Made-up stories. Fiction."

I am serving the purpose for which I was designed, therefore I am satisfied with my existence.

I, this town. Why does every hideous supernatural thing that happens happen? I'm gone for a few months and. Be right back. Grrrll frrrsl rassle mrrrfl.

It’s been a long time since you’ve been teaching? asked her to Hagrid. Harry noticed that she was looking successively at Dean, who had a big cut on his cheek, Lavande, whose dress was scorched in...

She came forward, the outlines of her figure blurred in the half-light. She came forward like a film star, or rather like the ideal woman in an adolescent's dream.

Sounds like that happens to you a lot. Bet your girlfriend wasn't thrilled, though. He said, raising his scarred eyebrow. His dark eyes crinkled. No one, she said. Well, I don't anymore, if anyone's...

I think those girls on the left side with the signs are members of Rick's Chicks, she returned, mostly to see if she could rattle him. So are you, if you get the newsletter. Sam smiled. She couldn't...

I remembered that Stacey was wearing a matching top and skirt made of gray sweatshirt material with big yellow number tens all over it. Her hair was pinned back with clips shaped like rainbows. Little...

Catcher pulled out his phone, rose, and walked away from the table to make the call. "I'm going to advise Chuck of our little breakthrough. Good job, Mallocake." We all looked at Mallory. "Did he just...

You're hot for Quinn. For a moment Amy froze like a bunny in the car headlights. Then she made a rude noise. Am not. Don't be ridiculous. Bullshit. You want to get busy with him. You want to climb him...

We Catholics are very much given to the Instant Answer. Fiction doesn't have any. It leaves us, like Job, with a renewed sense of mystery. St. Gregory wrote that every time the sacred text describes a...

I locked the door, for what good it would do me, and went to bed. The Browning Hi-Power was in its second home, a modified holster strapped to the headboard of my bed. The crucifix was cool metal...

If looks could kill, Lord d'Arque would be a writhing, bloody mess on the earl's pink marble floor. Well, this is interesting. She really ought to be contrite. Poor, darling Lord d'Arque hadn't done a...