Quotes On Fiction Novels & Stories

"I doubt you sucked." She finished a bite of the mushroom-covered steak I'd ordered. "All my stories ended in tragedy. Everyone died, including my main characters. Happy endings didn't work for me and unfortunately that's what sells for the most part with fiction." Fiction. I wondered if her writing was more autobiographical and that's why there were no happy endings. After analyzing my months with Machala I knew she wasn't happy. She went through life because she had to-not because she enjoyed it. Yeah maybe she found happiness here and there, but overall it wasn't within her reach.

she replied, getting up. As she approached, her book dropped. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did it hit you?" she asked. "No, not at all. It was I who disturbed your reading," Matthew said, picking up the book. Noticing the title, 'The Fortress' by Quentin Chronus, he looked surprised. "I didn’t expect someone as young as you to enjoy such literature." "It's written with great subtlety and irony," she said, her eyes bright with amusement. "Good literature isn’t bound by age. You like what you like, and if you don’t, age won’t change that."

From a young age, I have always dreamed of writing a book that people all over the world would want to read. I once heard someone say, "If you are a writer and people don’t read your books, then you have written a journal." This quote stuck with me and made me realize that the real goal of writing is to create something that others want to read and enjoy.

Xyla Quest began laughing as she turned eagerly to gaze at Stanley Batton, exchanging a look of wonder before facing the heavenly rulers. “This is very magical, indeed. I never knew something like this existed in the world. I've always thought such things only happened in novels or television dramas. “Undoubtedly, fiction stems from life itself,” Xyla added. The empress laughed. “I have to admit that some fictional work from the human realm is incredible. No one has ever been here before, yet they could describe this place so well.”

“Of course not. It’s just a house . . . my house, as you said.” “I can’t believe it. You’re Mr. Horror, and you don’t believe in ghosts? How is that even possible?” “Okay, Bias, I’m going to blow your mind with one hell of a revelation about writers and their stories. I’m pretty sure Lewis Carroll never fell down a rabbit hole into a magical Wonderland; it doesn’t seem likely that Anne Rice believes in vampires; and I highly doubt J.K. Rowling has met any real wizards. That’s what makes it fiction and not nonfiction.”

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.