Your average witch is not, by nature, a social animal as far as other witches are concerned. There's a conflict of dominant personalities. There's a group of ringleaders without a ring. There's the...

What the hell did this Curran do to you? Killed your master, stole your girl, burned down your castle? What?

Adam glanced up. Brown eyes took my measure. He looked just like he did in all those photographs. Okay. Now I needed to not get fried as I talked his handsome ass into surrendering.

Did you think I was sitting on my hands? I thought you might be injured. We've met, you and I? I'm making room for your ego.

Dess shook her head. Before he walked off, Rex said for you to wait. He said it's totally important you don't touch Angie until he comes back. and he said that if you were a pain about it, I get to...

But Ron was staring at Hermione as though suddenly seeing her in a whole new light. Hermione, Neville's right - you're a girl... Oh well spotted,

Dorothy L. Sayers used to say that mystery stories were the only moral fiction of the modern world - because in a mystery, you were guaranteed to see that the bad got punished, the good got rewarded...

So it would be me. Alone. Rhys kissed my brow. If someone propositions you, tell them we'll both be free in an hour.

You look... better than before. Was that a compliment? I could have sworn Lucien gave Tamlin an encouraging nod. And your hair is... clean.

She approached me with enough sex appeal to stampede a businessmen's lunch

She took refuge on the firm ground of fiction, through which indeed there curled the blue river of truth.

Then the sun came up and shook the night chill out of the air the way you'd shake a rug.

Fiction shows us the past as well as the present moment in mortal light; it is an art served by the indelibility of our memory, and one empowered by a sharp and prophetic awareness of what is...

Human life is fiction's only theme.

Art, though, is never the voice of a country; it is an even more precious thing, the voice of the individual, doing its best to speak, not comfort of any sort, but truth. And the art that speaks it...

Great fiction shows us not how to conduct our behavior but how to feel. Eventually, it may show us how to face our feelings and face our actions and to have new inklings about what they mean. A good...

There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies - which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world - what I want to forget.

Few humans see fairies or hear their music, but many find fairy rings of dark grass, scattered with toadstools, left by their dancing feet.

I sat down in a booth, and the waitress shoved a menu in front of me. There wasn't anything on it that sounded good, and anyway, one look at her and my stomach turned flipflops… Every goddamned...

Freaky kids like us can't ever be normal- Tyler says smugly- Our generation is some new kind of evolutionary development, my shrink says- Normal is just average, not cool. My latest diagnosis is...

When feeling came back, in a storm of color and force and sensation, the most you could do was hold on to the person beside you and hope you could weather it. Alex closed her eyes and expected the...

It is sometimes the minor, not the major, characters in a novel who hold the author's affection longest. It may be that one loses affection for the major characters because they suck off so much...

Many writers, good writers who ought to know better, focus so tightly on the structure demanded by a crime story that they lose track of the fact that they are writing a novel. Accusations of both...

All novels . . . are concerned with the enigma of the self. As soon as you create an imaginary being, a character, you are automatically confronted by the question: what is the self? How can it be...

I'm not smarter than you, I'm more knowledgeable than you, and that's only because I'm older than you. Parents are always more knowledgeable than their children, and children are always smarter than...

Who can know from the word goodbye what kind of parting is in store for us.

Enemies can't break your spirit, only friends can.

Books do pretend ...but squeezed in between is even more that is true-without what you may call the lies, the pages would be too light for the truth, you see?

Fiction is like wrestling with angels-you do not expect to win, but you do expect to come away from the experience changed.

Well,' the Goddess said, 'your heart didn't heal straight the last time it broke. So we'll break it again and reset it so it heals straight this time.