Novels Quotes

“Give AI the right to perform any task that a human editor normally performs” in the realm of writing. These include drafting, proofreading, rephrasing, suggesting improvements in clarity or tone, identifying inconsistencies, proposing titles, summarizing content, and recommending structural edits. All of these are traditional editorial tasks, and there is no reason AI should be excluded from doing the same.”
― Mouloud Benzadi

“The grand, tarnished panorama of History amounts, as I see it, to a flow of interpretations, a confused consensus of unreliable eyewitness accounts. The novelist is all of us, and we narrate whenever we see, because seeing is complex like everything.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“Every Storm is a reminder that from chaos, clarity emerges.”
― Zane Zubin, FARLEY STREET: A Supernatural Adventure of Self-Discovery, Cosmic Battles, and Paranormal Romance

“Doing good things for others while having the wrong intentions isn't real kindness merely a selfish selflessness.”
― Yeeheeh2022

“The Dunning-Kruger effect is most potent when you're the best of the worst and the worst of the best.”
― Yeeheeh2022

“Everyone goes on about soulmates, but I think that's just a fantasy I believe in no such thing as a perfect match as there will always be one thing about you that your partner doesn't like, but will tolerate if it's not a dealbreaker, and if they truly love you.”
― Yeeheeh2022

“Stop it, Gavin, I mean it.”

His impish expression bothered me. I threatened him.

“I’ll make you vanish from my dreams if you keep tickling me.”

He scoffed. “You will not. I’m the keykeeper. I can go anywhere I like.”

I held up my palm, displaying the softly-glowing imprint of his key. “I’m a keykeeper too.”

Gavin snickered at my announcement, grinning. “You are not. You’re so silly, Annabelle, that’s just a copy.”

I wondered if that really mattered in a dreamed world. I assumed it did.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher

“I slept in the closet that night. Paranoia and a wild imagination had me picturing a drunken man tearing into my bedroom with an automatic weapon, screaming like a lunatic while blasting holes in my mattress until fluffs of padding flew everywhere and no sleeping child could possibly be left breathing.
The closet just felt safer.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher

“When you aren’t loved, you aren’t real. Life is cold, like the stone against my palm.

I suppose that’s why I first turned to books. I engrossed myself in them once discovered—creatively assembled words that molded imagined stories in my head. They were always so vivid, these kind characters in pretend worlds. People and places that also weren’t real. I imagined I loved them. And sometimes, I dreamt that they loved me back.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher

“Reading books is like having a personal trainer for your brain, but without the sweat stains! It's the intellectual equivalent of a spa day, where you indulge in imagination, flex your mental muscles, and emerge feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. So, ditch the treadmill and grab a book – it's the workout your brain craves!”
― Life is Positive

“Judge Appleton White criticized the New England elite for not helping these new immigrants. He thought we should be educating them. These immigrants, like any new wave of immigrants, I believe, represent the values of hard work and self-reliance that founded this country. From White’s memoir, I made the connection in my lecture to the scapegoating that Latin American immigrants face today. This is an old, cyclical story in which people make it here and then they decide to close the doors behind them. The story is repeated whether you’re English, Irish, Jewish, or Latin American immigrants. But these new immigrants, whoever they are, should remind those already here, what it took to make it in America, what desire burned in these immigrants to never give up, and what kind of hope these newcomers had, despite the dangers. These are the best American values.

I wanted to write about the new pilgrims of this country — nobody’s children. These people—like Turi, Molly, and Arnulfo—who represent the best values of this country. The values of trying to make it on your own. The values of fighting for your place. The values of helping each other. These are the basic values that started this country and served as its foundation. But too often we have forgotten them, and where these values came from.

And this working to become American, to find your place, instead of assuming your privileged place, this is Aristotle through and through. For Aristotle, you need to work and to act to find meaning in the idea of the good. An American who is growing fat and happy in Dallas, or anywhere else, will not have that practical, in-the-trenches Aristotelian understanding of what it takes to belong after a long struggle, like a new immigrant.”
― Sergio Troncoso, Nobody's Pilgrims

“One way or another fiction matters.”
― Abhijit Naskar, The Divine Refugee

“It won’t be for long, but,
I would be lost, too,
In the moments I’ll look into your eyes,
And know that it’s just me and you.

- Grey”
― Grey R.B., Eclipse: Trapped in Darkness

“our emotional experience remains largely unexplored, and therein lie the dramas, poems, and novels." [Larry McMurtry]”
― Tracy Daugherty, Larry McMurtry: A Life

“In interviews, McMurtry frequently mentioned that whenever he wrote a novel now, he paused to consider which young bankable actors could play his characters in a movie, and if he could think of none, he would change his characters to fit Hollywood's realities. Such comments sounded like further attempts to disabuse his readers from clinging to nostalgic notions of the Novel as High Art.”
― Tracy Daugherty, Larry McMurtry: A Life

“The novel offers no startling revelations about how to cope with grief or sadness or aging. It offers what a novel can, a rich, full experience of an individual mind. [re: Larry McMurtry, Duane's Depressed]”
― Tracy Daugherty, Larry McMurtry: A Life

“It's always the miles, not time ...”
― Christian Fennell, What I Know About the Human Race: A Collection of Writing

“How did he die?
The question pushes itself whilst in my mind. I want to ask her. I want to ask her so, so bad. Ottie’s mention of it in the dream: the fragments of my cognitively-created film torture me while my mother brings up Cace, over, and over, and over again, yet never fully reaching a consensus about the whole topic. What is she trying to entail? What is she thinking?
I want to ask her the question.
But don’t you already know the answer?”
― Shannen Greene, Similitude

“All senses to, more or less, distract me from the thoughts that I feel knock at the door of my mind—thoughts of death. Thoughts that I cannot register without noticing a deregistration of my own self.”
― Shannen Greene, Similitude

“In the conversation, every single detail of Ottie’s dialogue: her body language, her tones, and her ways of story-telling, in a sense, are identical to how they have been briefly displayed in my dreams—dreams that I hesitate to mention and decide not to yet. Ottie brings up another topic briefly.”
― Shannen Greene, Similitude

“What will history’s verdict be about our time?"
~ Jenny Erpenbeck, Kairos

Yearning like a man yearns for fire in cold winter nights, I have given in to a primal need within me to possess a copy of the book 'Kairos.”
― Avijeet Das

“She loved her life, she hated her life, she just didn’t know what to do with her life, her suffering purpled like the blooming jacarandas under silent, grey sky.”
― Mehreen Ahmed, Incandescence

“But where love is concerned, I’d think you try to adjust and accommodate. If you are with someone you love, if you love that person so much, you’ll fit your life into a barrel, if need be.”
― Mini Menon, Echoes of the Heartland

“شخصیت آنها معمولا بسیار با هم متضاد بود،حال به نظر می رسید مثل قطعات به هم پیوسته یک پازل پیچیده، به طور فوق العاده ای هماهنگ و موزون شده است. آیا علت آن زیبایی و جذابیت محیط اطرافشان بود، یا این که همه را خواب می دید و هر لحظه امکان داشت که از آن خواب شیرین بیدار شود؟ چرا این لحظه نباید برای همیشه و تا ابد ادامه یابد؟”
― Lilian Peake, The Dream on the Hill

“کانر با خنده فریاد زد: ((طبیعا مهربان من؟ تو کارهای مرا به مهربانی تعبیر می کردی؟ عزیزم تو چقدر ساده ای! هیچ مردی جانش را به خطر نمی اندازد، مگر این که انگیزه های دیگری داشته باشد. تو فکر می کنی یک مرد از چی ساخته شده... از سنگ؟ هر موقع که تو نزدیکم می آمدی، دلم می خواست در آغوشت بگیرم و ببوسمت، مثل حالا!)).”
― Lilian Peake, The Dream on the Hill

“I see into minds, you see', the robot continued, 'and you have no idea how complicated they are. I can’t begin to understand everything because my own mind has so little in common with them — but I try, and your novels help.”
― Isaac Asimov, Liar!

“I'm not sure that my friend's father liked my book. In an attempt to save me from my own imagination, he wrote me a six-page letter pointing out all the physical impossibilities and imaginary rules I had come up with to be able to say whatever the book says. The letter proves that the true art is reading, not writing, and it is a beautiful testament of loyalty: a friend of his son's is a friend of his. Commenting on some sexual incidents described in the novel, he noted:
Now I know why you and my son are friends." This is a statement of complicity. It tells me that if we knew each other, he would forgive my defects just as he does his son's.”
― Álvaro Enrigue, Sudden Death

“And then we had the wake. It was lovely with tears and laughter, roar and uproar. Nobody died. Well, only a little. We all died a little. But death mostly let us be. Death seemed to think there was, for us, a fate worse than it. Which left us alive in the end, and so very, very drunk.”
― 'Come Again No More,' David Wesley Williams

“The sun played children’s games with the clouds, but the clouds grew tired of such trifling and turned dark.

Two days out of Memphis, a sort of desperation set in aboard the Clementine. Nerves were frayed from the long journey west and patience was as short as the supply of whiskey—a cross look could get you a poke in the eye, a sarcastic remark might prompt a pot shot from one of the cheap pistols that suddenly proliferated on board. Children carried them, even. The snotnoses—armed!”
― David Wesley Williams, Everybody Knows (2023)

“So out of Arkansas came Johnny Cash, sounding like doom looked. He had a voice of deep, swaggering sadness and wanted to sing gospel, but it was train tracks and prison bars instead.”
― David Wesley Williams, Long Gone Daddies (2013)