#fiction

I often imagine that the longer he studies English literature the more the Japanese student must be astonished at the extraordinary predominance given to the passion of love both in fiction and in poetry. ↗

— Lafcadio Hearn

#both #english #english literature #extraordinary #fiction

When I'm working on a novel of my own, I try to read mostly nonfiction, although sometimes I break down and peek at something else. ↗

— Carl Hiaasen

#break #down #else #i #mostly

I think that narrative, fiction filmmaking is the culmination of several art forms: theater, art history, architecture. Whereas doc filmmaking is more pure cinema, like cinema verite is film in its purest form. ↗

— George Hickenlooper

#art #art forms #art history #cinema #culmination

All that non-fiction can do is answer questions. It's fiction's business to ask them. ↗

— Richard Hughes

#ask #business #fiction #non-fiction #questions

Like everybody at that age, I read an awful lot of pulp fiction. But at the same time, I also read quite a bit of history and read that as much for pleasure as part of a curriculum. ↗

— John Hume

#also #awful #bit #curriculum #everybody

Yes, he wanted me to do Funny Games before, which I didn't want to do because the film was very theoretical - the way people experience violence on screen. There was very little space for fiction, it was more like a sacrifice for the actors than anything else. ↗

— Isabelle Huppert

#because #before #else #experience #fiction

I was a science fiction junkie for a long time. ↗

— William Hurt

#i #junkie #long #long time #science

I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#young-adult-fiction #nothing

It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#happiness #stories #happy

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#blood