#fiction

Science fiction still is an idea genre. ↗

— Sheri S. Tepper

#genre #idea #science #science fiction #still

It's never too late - in fiction or in life - to revise. ↗

— Nancy Thayer

#late #life #never #never too late #revise

Fiction writing, and the reading of it, and book buying, have always been the activities of a tiny minority of people, even in the most-literate societies. ↗

— Paul Theroux

#always #been #book #buying #even

Fiction gives us a second chance that life denies us. ↗

— Paul Theroux

#denies #fiction #gives #life #second

Fiction gives us the second chances that life denies us. ↗

— Paul Theroux

#denies #fiction #gives #life #second

Somewhere there's someone who dreams of your smile, and finds in your presence that life is worthwhile. So, when you are lonely remember it's true: somebody, somewhere is thinking of you. ↗

— Atul Purohit

#life #love #novel #dreams

She didn’t watch the dead, ancient bone-chess cities slide under, or the old canals filled with emptiness and dreams. Past dry rivers and dry lakes they flew, like a shadow of the moon, like a torch burning. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#dreams

(Out of the Shadow is) Exceptional....Meticulously plotted, beautifully paced, its an intelligent, fascinating story that draws you in. I couldn't put it down, a great read.. Winn, masterfully weaves together the lives of characters into a rich and vivid tapestry, all the while exploring complex human emotions. A definite page turner. Patricia O'Halloran ↗

— J.S. Winn

#mystery-suspense #mystery-thriller #beauty

Gina was beautiful like a sunset. You see it and you think of how beautiful it is, and then it’s over and you move on. But Trista was beautiful like a song. The kind of song you play over and over and never get sick of hearing. The kind of song he wanted to write for her. But he knew he would never be able to string together the right combination of notes to show her how he really felt. ↗

— Chris Stocking

#beauty #fiction #his-only-star #music #sunset

I opened the door and stepped in. Raw pain filled me at the sight of my painting. 'Show me what it looked like, before the fire.' His request surprised me, but I did as he asked. With eyes closed, I projected the exact details of the painting I had poured my soul into. Just as I had experienced his love of surfing in a visceral way, he shared not just the visual beauty of my work, but the love and passion with which I had dedicated myself to it. 'Thank you. Now, it will never truly be gone.' I choked back a sob and went to Mr. K's office. ↗

— Kimberly Kinrade

#fantasy #love #paranormal #relationships #romance