#fiction

Writers of fiction, when they begin, are more likely to try the short form. ↗

— Irwin Shaw

#fiction #form #likely #more #short

So I wrote what I hoped would be science fiction, I was not at all sure if what I wrote would be acceptable even. But I don't say that I consciously wrote with humour. Humour is a part of you that comes out. ↗

— Robert Sheckley

#comes #consciously #even #fiction #hoped

I decided to write the book I wanted to read ↗

— David A. Lottes

#coming-of-age-stories #french-in-north-america #frontier-and-pioneer-life #historical-fiction #native-americans

Have you been reading those books that clueless illiterate Duja in charge of the lending library lets you borrow?’ ‘No, Ma.’ ‘Then what put you in mind of devils possessing nuns to take over the church? ↗

— Renita D'Silva

#humour #india #indian-fiction #women-s-fiction #funny

Carlos, are we in complete understanding with each other?” “Yeah,” I say. “As long as it’s not in your house and you don’t know about it, you’re okay with us messin’ around.” “I know you’re joking with me. You are joking with me, aren’t you?” “Maybe. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#humour #romance #young-adult-fiction #young-adult-romance #funny

Death. It was something I had to think about once. Weird, right? Strange that death was ever an inevitable end, but it wasn’t anymore. Not really. I eluded it. Tricked it. It was an odd concept—the world aged, moved forward, yet I . . . didn’t. ↗

— Laura Kreitzer

#death #fantasy #fiction #timeless-series #age

His eyes burned with intensity. I wondered briefly if someone he knew was being held in that cold room that smelled like death. Someone he loved? ↗

— Jaye Wells

#humor #science-fiction #urban-fantasy #death

Among the Igbo the art of conversation is regarded very highly, and proverbs are the palm-oil with which words are eaten. ↗

— Chinua Achebe

#african #african-authors #african-literature #literary-fiction #literary-quotes

I think I found your vampire,” Andrew said, except this time he wasn’t so amused. However, Gabriella was, her smile huge as she laughed, the sound a trill in the densely packed cold air. “You think this is funny?” The words came out surly, but Andrew couldn’t stop his lips from twitching over her amusement. “I thought they’d be bigger,” she said, stifling another round of giggles. “Are you okay?” “Just a flesh wound. ↗

— Laura Kreitzer

#fantasy #fiction #key-of-pearl #laura-kreitzer #paranormal-fantasy

I'm able to separate fiction and reality. I guess it remains to be seen if other people are. ↗

— Curtis Sittenfeld

#fiction #guess #i #other #people