Fictional Quotes

“Belikov is a sick, evil man who should be thrown into a pit of rabid vipers for the great offense he commited against you this morning."
"Thank you." I said primly. Then, I considered. "Can vipers be rabid?"
"I don't see why not. Everything can be. I think. Canadian geese might be worse than vipers, though."
"Canadian geese are deadlier than vipers?"
"You ever try to feed those little bastards? They're vicious. You get thrown to vipers, you die quickly. But the geese? That'll go on for days. More suffering."
"Wow. I don't know whether I should be impressed or frightened that you've thought about all of this.”
― Richelle Mead, Frostbite

“   In 1658, Francis Andrew Ransome stole the Alchemy Scroll from St. Julian’s college, my present employer. Ransome was a member of a transatlantic group called The Invisible College. They were alchemists, meaning they worked with matter and spirit together.”
― Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder

“He desperately tried to think of a story to explain his involvement in her sudden appearance, without mentioning the book of magic in his possession.
 ”
― Max Nowaz, The Three Witches and the Master

“Every man dies, not every man really lives”
― Randall Wallace, Braveheart

“I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won’t tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn’t change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad. ..Maybe it’s good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Because it’s okay to feel things. And be who you are about them.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“You can use all the hundred dollar words you want,” said Vic, “women like that are like TNT. You go after their man, they’d sooner kill you than look at you.”
― A.G. Russo, O'SHAUGHNESSY INVESTIGATIONS, INC.: The Cases Nobody Wanted

“Pale hair fell in waves to his shoulders, framing a face mortal females considered a sensual feast. They didn't know the man was actually a devil in angel's skin. They should have, though. He practically glowed with irreverence, and there was an unholy gleam in his green eyes that proclaimed he would laugh in your face while cutting out your heat. Or laugh in your face while you cut out his heart.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Night

“I look at people holdings hands in the hallways, and I try to think how it all works. At the school dances, I sit in the background, and I tap my toe, and I wonder how many couples will dance to ‘their song.’ In the hallways, I see the girls wearing the guys’ jackets, and I think about the idea of property. And I wonder if anyone is really happy.”
― Stephen Chbosky

“They were holding their weapons but could not risk opening a window or exiting the vehicle to return fire. Then they saw one of their attackers pull out a grenade.”
― Jeffrey S. Stephens, Enemies Among Us

“That wasn't love; that was stupidity.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon

“...manusia terlahir ke dunia dibungkus rasa percaya. Tak ada yang lebih tahu kita ketimbang plasenta. Tak ada rumah yang lebih aman daripada rahim ibu. Namun, di detik pertama kita meluncur ke luar, perjudian hidup dimulai. Taruhanmu adalah rasa percaya yang kau lego satu per satu demi sesuatu bernama cinta”
― Dee, Supernova: Ksatria, Puteri, dan Bintang Jatuh

“This isn't your world. It's your parents. Your world is still out there, waiting to be discovered. Always remember that.”
― Carroll Bryant, Last Flight Out

“The difference between real life and a story is that life has significance, while a story must have meaning.

The former is not always apparent, while the latter always has to be, before the end.”
― Vera Nazarian

“How could you fall in love with a three inch worm?”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“We share a bond. We do everything together. We have a piece of strong, invisible thread connecting us. It’s indestructible – it can never be broken. The thread is the key item that links us together. We understand each other.”
― Erica Sehyun Song

“Treason is a judgment based wholly on perspective.”
― Jeffrey S. Stephens, Enemies Among Us

“Now the ash of their aspirations lay bitter on his tongue. He was certain he would not have done differently, but oh, if only he had known how briefly the taste of the possible would be sweet on his lips.”
― Leslie K. Simmons, Red Clay, Running Waters

“The rEaL wOrLd is but a fictional place where those who have narrow minds and shallow imagination compile their oppressive ideas of what rEaLiTy only should be.”
― Khayri R.R. Woulfe

“Mary approaches her before she is able to reach her station. "Hello Lily. Get anything special for Christmas?"
"Just the usual." She answers. "Shattered dreams.”
― Carroll Bryant, Last Flight Out

“Manusia berbagi 63% kesamaan gen dengan protozoa, 66% kesamaan gen dengan jagung, 75% dengan cacing. Dengan sesama kera-kera besar, perbedaan kita tidak lebih dari tiga persen. Kita berbagi 97% gen yang sama dengan orang utan. Namun, sisa tiga persen itu telah menjadikan pemusnah spesiesnya. Manusia menjadi predator nomor satu di planet ini karena segelintir saja gen berbeda.”
― Dee, Partikel

“Tak ada cara untuk menggambarkannya dengan tepat. Tapi coba bayangkan ada sepuluh ribu ikan piranha yang menyergapmu langsung. Kau tak mungkin berpikir. Tak mungin mengucapkan kalimat perpisahan apalagi membacakan wasiat. Lupakan untuk berpisah dengan manis dan mesra seperti di film-film. Listrik membunuhmu dengan sensasi. Begitu dashyatnya. engkau hanya mampu terkulai lemas. Engkau mati tergoda”
― Dee, Supernova: Petir

“The urge to create a fictional narrative is a mysterious one, and when an idea comes, the writer's sense of what a story wants to be is only vaguely visible through the penumbra of inspiration.”
― adam johnson

“I don't know who he was," Kavita flat-out states, "but whoever he was he sure did a number on you, didn't he?"
Mary leans forward to ensure he would see her deviant stare. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I did a number on him?"
Kavita leans in closer as well, and with that same deviant expression, "Yes. I have.”
― Carroll Bryant, Last Flight Out

“These vans were dented, had cracked windscreens, bald tires, holey exhaust pipes and blew more smoke than the volcano Mount Yasur on the island of Tanna. There were no seatbelts, there was no air-conditioning, and there was certainly no realistic expectation that the driver had any sort of license.”
― Matt Francis, Murder in the Pacific: Ifira Point

“we found a body. A dead body.”
― Matt Francis, Murder in the Pacific: Ifira Point

“But maybe that's how it is with art. You suffer, and in the end, everyone thinks it's cool.”
― Tom Dolby

“To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer dictional worlds to the real one.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“It was pouring down cats and dogs
A calico came in and sat with her drenched coat
To the Phantom building at the corner street, I asked
Why, you already know where I have to go?
I already took a cat there, maybe there's a big fish hiding, you never know

She found her way out of my space, and into the unbeknownst tower
Whilst I rushed my way to my dear alpaca's cower
It was a long day, we chatted, she spoke, I listened
I wore my cap yet again, whilst she went her own way to the hospital's convokation

Morning coffee brewed up, and the tv was loud and clear
Under suspicion of murder and theft, a calico has been tried and arrested, I listened in the utmost queer
Why, it was the same black I once drove
But it wasn't the shade that was dripping wet before”
― Dishebh Bhayana

“Umut ediyorduk, dünyanın sihirli bir yer olduğuna inanıyorduk, çünkü bunca kötülüğün, çaresizliğin, el konulan şiir pusulalarının ve yere düşen saç tokalarının arasında da bir aşkın yaşayabildiği, çünkü içinde "Bu mektubu bulan bana bir mektup yazsın," diyen bir pusulayla denizleri aşıp, oturduğumuz sahile vuran şişelerin bulunabildiği bir dünyada yaşıyorduk.”
― Şükran Yiğit, Burası Radyo Şarampol

“There once was a town.
It was a quaint little town, in a quiet valley, where life moved at the pace of snails and the only road in was the only way out, too. There was a candy store that sold the sweetest honey taffy you ever tasted, and a garden store that grew exotic, beautiful blooms year-round. The local café was named after a possum that tormented its owner for years, and the chef there made the best honey French toast in the Northeast. There was a bar where the bartender always knew your name, and always served your burgers slightly burnt, though the local hot sauce always disguised the taste. If you wanted to stay the weekend, you could check-in at the new bed-and-breakfast in town--- just as soon as its renovations were finished, and just a pleasant hike up Honeybee Trail was a waterfall there, rumor had it, if you made a wish underneath it, the wish would come true. There was a drugstore, a grocer, a jewelry store that was open only when Mercury was in of retrograde---
And, oh, there was a bookstore.
It was tucked into an unassuming corner of an old brick building fitted with a labyrinthine maze of shelves stocked with hundreds of books. In the back corner was a reading space with a fireplace, and chairs so cozy you could sink into them for hours while you read. The rafters were filled with glass chimes that, when the sunlight came in through the top windows, would send dapples of colors flooding across the stacks of books, painting them in rainbows. A family of starlings roosted in the eaves, and sang different songs every morning, in time with the tolls of the clock tower.
The town was quiet in that cozy, sleepy way that if you closed your eyes, you could almost hear the valley breathe as wind crept through it, between the buildings, and was sighed out again.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story