#fiction

Perfection irritates as well as it attracts, in fiction as in life. ↗

— Louis Auchincloss

#fiction #irritates #life #perfection #well

Science fiction, to me, has not only things that wouldn't happen, but other planets. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#happen #me #only #other #planets

It's kind of a misnomer about science fiction that science fiction is about anything other than people. It's about people doing stuff, sometimes doing extraordinary stuff. ↗

— Greg Bear

#anything #doing #extraordinary #fiction #kind

Do you not see with your own eyes the chrysalis fact assume by degrees the wings of fiction? ↗

— Alfred de Vigny

#chrysalis #degrees #eyes #fact #fiction

But love is this really powerful thing that everyone's got if they'd just learn how to accept it. I mean, come on. If it's something we all have to give, and if it's something we all want, doesn't that mean there's exactly enough to go around? ↗

— Philip Beard

#realistic-fiction #young-adult #death

Change is the principal feature of our age and literature should explore how people deal with it. The best science fiction does that, head-on. ↗

— David Brin

#best #change #deal #does #explore

I'm working on a nonfiction book on Nepal and a novel about diasporas. ↗

— Louise Brown

#book #i #nepal #nonfiction #novel

The stars twinkled above him brilliantly, representing all of the beautiful laws of the universe. ↗

— Keira D. Skye

#young-adult-fiction #young-adult-novels #young-adult-romance #beauty

A mother is an individual who'd go to any length for someone else, beyond rationality, beyond her physical body, her social bindings of state, country, her kind. That's the most horrifying individual you'll ever meet. ↗

— E.J. Koh

#death #family #fantasy #love #philosophy

I wrapped my arms around me as tightly as I could, and stared up at the stars. Had I not been so cold and wanting to escape so badly, I could have stared at them forever: They were amazingly beautiful, so dense and bright. My eyes could get lost up there if I left them looking long enough. [...] They swallowed me up. They were like a hundred thousand tiny candles, sending out hope. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#poetic-fiction #beauty