440 Quotes About Fiction-novel

Will they come if you whistle? If you can’t whistle loud enough, Teague here would be happy to help you out.

The holes in the bodies were cavernous. Cooter continued to cry. His breath caught when he picked up the infant Kaleb. The hard shell car seat Kaleb lay in had a hole through the top of it. “Praise God in Heaven, this little guy is alive and not even crying.” Several of the men reached for him, but Cooter kept him bound in his arms.

A story is like a letter. Dear You, I'll say. Just you, without a name. Attaching a name attaches you to the world of fact, which is riskier, more hazardous: who knows what the chances are out there, of survival, yours? I will say you, you, like an old love song. You can mean more than one. You can mean thousands. I'm not in any immediate danger, I'll say to you. I'll pretend you can hear me. But it's no good, because I know you can't.

La Sicilia è tutta una dimensione fantastica: e come ci si può star dentro senza fantasia?

Bookcases line the walls on either side of me, but they seem to be decorative more than anything, because computers occupy the tables in the center of the room, and no one is reading. They stare at screens with tense eyes, focused.

The arrows in the glasses disappeared. I stopped on the embankment. My eyes were filled with tears. I wiped my tears with a white handkerchief and threw it into the Rhine. The handkerchief was carried away as was my last hope for peace . . .

And what could I do? I remembered Jacques from Shakespeare's comedy: “The whole world is a theater. In it, women, men are all actors. They have their own ways out, departures, And everyone does not play one role. Seven. action in the play that ... "Hopelessness. Fear. Victory.

I wondered if I could become a Muslim woman. It is unlikely. To live only for a man? No, it is not my way. I must live for myself. It is unwise to dedicate one’s life to someone as they won’t even be grateful in the end.

Namus anlayışı o qədər tünd rənglərlə insanlığa qəbul etdirilib ki, onun sərhədlərinin haradan başlandığını, harada qutardığını müəyyən etmək mümkün deyil.