353 Quotes About Literary-fiction

Can anyone be arrested for being such an asshole as him? Should they pass a law, legislate for just such things, make it a criminal offense you could be detained for being such an asshole?But then most of the world's men would be behind bars serving life term sentences, without parole.

La marea comienza a descender. Los árboles afirman nuevamente sus raíces en la tierra. Las olasde sangre que golpeaban mis costados se apaciguan y mi corazón echa anclas, semejante a un barcocuyas velas se deslizan, cayendo suavemente sobre el puente inmaculado. El juego ha concluido. Es horade ir a tomar el té

In this protean universe, our ephemeral existence is nothing short of a miracle

From THE SPEED OF LIFE, Part III, Chapter "Running on empty."I put the Jeep in park and felt that odd sensation that comes over me when stuck in traffic. Instead of speeding along on its way to wherever it needs to be, my body – the heart pumping blood, the muscles in my shoulders contracting, the side of my head throbbing – sits there: a time-bomb of expectation. I wasn’t where I wanted to be. I wasn’t where I was. I was nowhere.

She let her mind drift, thinking about new lingerie designs, wishing she'd brought along her sketchpad. Inspiration could strike at the most inconvenient times--in the shower, in the car, on this road--but she was grateful it was with her again, an old companion with whom she was getting reacquainted, pleased to find they could take up where they'd left off, as if there'd been no estrangement at all.

Undoubtedly, you are overwrought from re-wroughting hand-wrought iron out right. But I think in time you will iron things out for yourself. Stay holstered and strapped to your side. It is said, ‘when genius matures it goes into hixibn’–“hiding.” You will know of this wisdom one day. --Thomas Kannon Sword Master, The Lady and the Samurai

Her armor appears fragile – a delicate shell of silk and perfume. Life's troubles seem to find each chink. But try to touch that smooth shield and you will see it crumble in your hands. As the dust dissipates, you find she is gone.

He reclines in the hospital bed like a martyred king taking leave of his beloved kingdom, but all I see is a petulant, destructive child hiding in a dead man’s body.

My reader, my dear- you know her, you have been waiting for her: it is the witness, the wandering woman- the punished world's wickedness unfolds! Oh beloved one, my companion- it is I, Melmoth, whose voice you have heard all these hours, all these days...It was I who told you to read, and to bear witness....Didn't you know? Didn't you guess?