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“We are all born as storytellers. Our inner voice tells the first story we ever hear.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“How easily such a thing can become a mania, how the most normal and sensible of women once this passion to be thin is upon them, can lose completely their sense of balance and proportion and spend years dealing with this madness.”
― Kathryn Hurn, HELL HEAVEN & IN-BETWEEN: One Woman's Journey to Finding Love

“Life is short break the rules.
forgive quickly, kiss slowly
love truly. Laugh uncontrollably and never regret anything that makes you smile...”
― Juvy Ann, String of Fate

“She had once been the belle of her circle of small tradesmen and salesmen, but now her little pig eyes with their swollen lids could scarcely open.”
― Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

“Reading your sonnets?â€� asked Orphu. Mahnmut closed the book. “How’d you know? Have you taken up telepathy now that you’ve lost your eyes?â€� “Not yet,â€� rumbled the Ionian. Orphu’s great crab shell was lashed to the deck ten meters from where Mahnmut sat near the bow. “Some of your silences are more literary than others, is all.”
― Dan Simmons, Ilium

“I thought you'd be interested in these things as a government man. Ain't you mixed up in the prices of things we eat or something? Ain't that it? Making them more costly or something. Making the grits cost more and the grunts less?”
― Ernest Hemingway, To Have and Have Not

“I hardly know her but whenever I see her I lose my mind. I know I should run away, but I can’t.

“That’s called sexual attraction, honey,� Max said. “It’s very nice. But be careful. It can burn you bad.

Believe me I know.”
― Vanda , Juliana

“What did I think? Right then I was thinking about my father, specifically his habit of treating everyone with courtesy and consideration, of how he used to stop on lower Division Street and converse genially with old black men from the Hill whom he knew from his early days as a route man. His kindness and interest weren't feigned, nor did they derive, I'm convinced, from any perceived send of duty. His behavior was merely an extension of who he was. But here's the thing about my father that I've come to understand only reluctantly and very recently. If he wasn't the cause of what ailed his fellow man, neither was he the solution. He believed in "Do unto Others." It was a good, indeed golden, rule to by and it never occurred to him that perhaps it wasn't enough. "You ain't gotta love people," I remember him proclaiming to the Elite Coffee Club guys at Ikey's back in the early days. Confused by mean-spirited behavior, he was forever explaining how little it cost to be polite, to be nice to people. Make them feel good then they're down because maybe tomorrow you'll be down. Such a small thing. Love, he seemed to understand, was a very big thing indeed, its cost enormous and maybe more than you could afford if you were spendthrift. Nobody expects that of you, asny more than they expected you to hand out hundred-dollar bills on the street corner.
And I remember my mother's response when he repeated over dinner what he'd told the men at the store. "Really, Lou? Isn't that exactly what we're supposed to do? Love people? Isn't that what the Bible says?”
― Richard Russo, Bridge of Sighs

“Oh poor Octave, no luck at all, as usual," said Madame Rocher, "he is still with his regiment, still only a captain. Of course, if it hadn't been for this wretched war, he would be at least a colonel by now.”
― Nancy Mitford, The Blessing

“CONGRATULATIONS DL Havlin! Your entry, "There are No Lights in Naples", an unpublished short fiction - flash fiction genre category, is a finalist for the 2016 Royal Palm Literary Awards competition!”
― Jeanelle Cooley

“Once you break someone’s heart, you are forever its master.”
― Roy L. Pickering Jr., Matters of Convenience

“Was she happy? She thought â€� yes, reasonably so. Then again, what was happiness but the vast terrain between ecstasy and agony? Was this too small an ambition?”
― Roy L. Pickering Jr., Matters of Convenience

“And although he recognized that tenderness was not the same as passion, and certainly not equivalent to love, for now it seemed to him a suitable substitute.”
― Roy L. Pickering Jr., Matters of Convenience

“Perhaps all love stories no matter how varied are essentially the same.”
― Roy L. Pickering Jr., Matters of Convenience

“Memory is an artist, an impressionist. She adds colour, sound, smell and emotion to events at her whim. She adds, subtracts and embellishes until the event she started documenting is quite unrecognisable to the others who also experienced it, but at the same time, is more truthful to the owner of the memory. There is no reality. There are only impres- sions of past events, made by a million selves, all interacting with each other, vying for superiority. Reality doesn’t exist, perhaps in the end, that’s my only truth.”
― Nigel Jay Cooper, Beat the Rain: A dark, twisting 'fall out of love' story with an epic end you won’t see coming

“If Audrey sensed what he was contemplating, her silence did not let on. He turned from the window and found her looking at him with a flawless poker face. It may have been attentiveness and curiosity to hear what he would say next, or perhaps she was expecting from him what women throughout the ages, often against their better judgment, had expected of men.”
― Roy L. Pickering Jr., Matters of Convenience

“...the locale did not make him think of her, nor did most things. He felt no negativity about the time they had spent together, but simply did not dwell on it much. She had been a seat filler, memorable as the smiling face of a beautiful girl in the window of a passing train, inspiring a fleeting moment of joy and promise, immediately forgotten with the opening of that day’s newspaper.”
― Roy L. Pickering Jr., Matters of Convenience

“Life was a swirl of mysteries, each one waiting to be plucked up and explored, but not necessarily solved. As the weight of responsibility bore down on a person, it could feel like a long list of chores leading up to the final one - figuring out how to die with dignity. But Quincy’s interpretation of his surroundings seemed a truer representation of life’s meaning, or rather, the lack of meaning other than to dazzle and delight and befuddle from cradle to grave.”
― Roy L. Pickering Jr.

“Was happiness (which was perhaps achieved not by getting what you wanted, but rather, by obtaining what you didn’t know you wished for until it was in hand) a hologram that would continually change appearance with the slightest shift of perspective? Or maybe happiness by definition was a temporary state of being recognizable only in hindsight. It was impossible to catch what always managed to be overrun and end up in the rear view mirror.”
― Roy L. Pickering Jr., Matters of Convenience

“...forever meant different things to people at different times. They could imagine what infinity looked and felt like as much as they wanted, but could never truly grasp its meaning nor bear its full weight.”
― Roy L. Pickering Jr., Matters of Convenience

“His fierce appreciation of female beauty, the unrelenting desire he felt for their company, the pleasure he both derived and sought to give, had led him in and out of quite a few bedroom doors.”
― Roy L. Pickering Jr., Matters of Convenience

“Most people surrendered fairy tale hopes in exchange for cookie cutter lives”
― Roy L. Pickering Jr., Matters of Convenience

“It was almost as if she had willed him into existence, into standing before her at the precise moment she was willing to accommodate him, arriving not a minute too early or too late.”
― Roy L. Pickering Jr., Matters of Convenience

“On occasion he would think back to the fiercest passion it had been his pleasure to experience and reflect on what might have been. He would look upon the woman who occupied the opposite half of his bed and feel his life had not quite lived up to the promise of another day. These moments would be mercifully brief, or so he hoped.”
― Roy L. Pickering Jr., Matters of Convenience

“Nothing felt better to him than the act of waiting for her. As long as he believed it wasn’t in vain, he was able to justify his presence.”
― Roy L. Pickering Jr., Matters of Convenience

“One bright sunny day at a successful Literary Agencyâ€�
Literary Agent: “So, Tina � we asked you to try and write a children’s story…�
Tina: “Uh-huh.”
― Christina Engela, Innocent Minds

“String of fate brings two people together and it is love's job to keep them there.”
― Juvy Ann, String of Fate

“No one is sent by accident to anyone.”
― Juvy Ann, String of Fate

“Fate bring two people together
and it is love's job t o keep them there.”
― Juvy Ann, String of Fate

“Fate bring two people together and it is love's job to keep them there”
― Juvy Ann, String of Fate