OMG! I DESIGNED THIS NEW SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM! IT'S CALLED "POETRY" - YOU HAVE TO READ AMY KING'S POEMS TO GET AN INVITE ~

I did not want to tell her what happened, but I had to now. I could not stop talking because now I had started my story, it wanted to be finished. We cannot choose where to start and stop. Our stories...

And I here make a rule - a great and lasting story is about everyone or it will not last. The strange and foreign is not interesting - only the deeply personal and familiar.

The most comfortable place for a tired mind is in the lap of a book.

The broken spine of the book shows the webbing of binder's string, and my fingers have worn white spots in the cover.

I despair of ever getting it through anybody's head I am not interested in bookshops, I am interested in what's written in the books. I don't browse in bookshops, I browse in libraries, where you can...

The word "marriage" lingered in Guy's ears, too. It was a solemn word to him. It had the primordial solemnity of holy, love, sin. It was Miriam's round terra cotta-colored mouth saying, "Why should I...

As it so happens, I like your mouth."It doesn't - - "Challenge me?" He set the bottle down and moved to the end of the bed. "An outspoken woman makes the world a livable place. You have fire in you,...

And the wind falls silent, and the birds fall silent, and the wild cherry trees no longer shiver and creek.

Silence, like madness, is only comparative.

His high spiced wares were made to sell, and they sold; and his thousands of readers could as rationally charge their delight in filth upon him, as a glutton can shift upon his cook the responsibility...

Reading is food for the brain.

Nancy took her tiny little baby and held him down toward Norton. "Look Norton," she said, "This is a baby." Norton looked up at Charlie, took him in, and sort of nodded as if assimilating the...

Once upon a time, when the evil spirit of darkness reigned over the Land of Azerbaijan, hiding the sun inside his underground caves, When the orphan sky peered at the Caucasus Mountains from the black...

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,...

Rosewater was twice as smart as Billy, but he and Billy were dealing with similar crises in similar ways. They had both found life meaningless, partly because of what they had seen in war. Rosewater,...

The main reception foyer was almost empty but Ford nevertheless weaved his way through it.

You think horror enters spectacularly. It doesn't. It just prosaically turns up. Even in the first seconds you know you'll find it a room.

What looked like morning was the beginning of endless night

This was like watching murder. Defilement. And it was something worse than either of those things. Even among his family, black trade as they were, books were holy things.

By necessity practical and by philosophy stern, these folk were not beautiful in their sins.

I may be clean cut on the outside, but make no mistake. He moved even closer, close enough to see her pulse jump at the base of her neck. I like to get very, very dirty when nobody's looking.

I think it's our obligation to play, Honor. It's just a game, so can I kiss you? Yes. Plan on one minute in heaven, Honor. A split second later his lips were on hers.

Cold comradeship do stars provide. They light the closer, inner side of night's vast weight, which, chill and clear, pulls on us like some puppeteer. Its unseen threads to heads and hearts attached,...

Every author really wants to have letters printed in the paper. Unable to make the grade, he drops down a rung of the ladder and writes novels.

I always worried because whenever a drought struck, an accursed storm of blood always followed.

If you could imagine the color of anger, it had been splashed over every wall. Rage, something dense and seething, was hanging from every chandelier, resentment woven into thick carpets padding the...

Books; I repeat, for they've not only been a solace during the long years but also provided the keys to understanding other people's ideas and achievements, their hopes and fears, quirks and foibles,...

I like stories about supervillains. They teach children that you can accomplish great things even when the whole world is against you.

The sun came out the next day, which it had no right to do.