{"quotes":[{"text":"And to see the white flash of Klaus's eyes as he whirled on her. For one stunned instant she stared at him, and then lightning crackled.From an empty sky.","author":"L.J. Smith","tags":["fiction","romance","vampire"],"id":396,"author_id":"L.J.+Smith"},{"text":"My conception of a novel is that it ought to be a personal struggle, a direct and total engagement with the author's story of his or her own life. This conception, again, I take from Kafka, who, although he was never transformed into an insect, and although he never had a piece of food (an apple from his family's table!) lodged in his flesh and rotting there, devoted his whole life as a writer to describing his personal struggle with his family, with women, with moral law, with his Jewish heritage, with his Unconscious, with his sense of guilt, and with the modern world. Kafka's work, which grows out of the nighttime dreamworld in Kafka's brain, is *more* autobiographical than any realistic retelling of his daytime experiences at the office or with his family or with a prostitute could have been. What is fiction, after all, if not a kind of purposeful dreaming? The writer works to create a dream that is vivid and has meaning, so that the reader can then vividly dream it and experience meaning. And work like Kafka's, which seems to proceed directly from dream, is therefore an exceptionally pure form of autobiography. There's an important paradox here that I would like to stress: the greater the autobiographical content of a fiction writer's work, the *smaller* its superficial resemblance to the writer's actual life. The deeper the writer digs for meaning, the more the random particulars of the writer's life become *impediments* to deliberate dreaming.","author":"Jonathan Franzen","tags":["fiction","kafka","novel","writing"],"id":418,"author_id":"Jonathan+Franzen"},{"text":"We were like wanderers in a desert, blessed with a rare downpour, but unable to store the rain.","author":"Karen Thompson Walker","tags":["fiction","science-fiction"],"id":420,"author_id":"Karen+Thompson+Walker"},{"text":"Well, here we are.'Sometimes a statement of the bloody obvious was the only appropriate way forward. As if to give life ceremonious permission to proceed.","author":"Michel Faber","tags":["fiction","life","life-and-living"],"id":449,"author_id":"Michel+Faber"},{"text":"It was the love which the hunter has for living things, and which he can only express by aiming his gun at them ...","author":"Italo Calvino","tags":["baron-in-the-trees","fiction","italian"],"id":528,"author_id":"Italo+Calvino"},{"text":"Ideas either age like fine wine or rot like potatoes over time.","author":"Pawan Mishra","tags":["aspiring-writers","books","creative-people","creative-process","creative-writing","creativity","fiction","fundamentals-of-creative-writing","fundamentals-of-writing","literature","on-writing","power-of-words","on-writing","reading","short-story","stories","story-writing","storytelling","tips-on-writing","write","writers","writing","writing-advice","writing-craft","writing-fiction","writing-from-the-heart","writing-ideas","writing-style"],"id":549,"author_id":"Pawan+Mishra"},{"text":"There wasn't a shed of doubt in her mind that he'd fulfill her every sexual fantasy and them some.But was a brief, hot affair worth losing his friendship?","author":"Francis Ray","tags":["contemporary","fiction","multicultural","romance"],"id":569,"author_id":"Francis+Ray"},{"text":"You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.","author":"Amy Tan","tags":["fiction","knowledge","memory","remembrance","understanding"],"id":660,"author_id":"Amy+Tan"},{"text":"To the person who believes this- as the western world did up until a few centuries ago- this physical, sensible world is good because it proceeds from a divine source. The artist usually knows this by instinct; his senses, which are used to penetrating the concrete, tell him so. When Conrad said that his aim as an artist was to render the highest possible justice to the visible universe, he was speaking with the novelist's surest instinct. The artist penetrates the concrete world in order to find at its depths the image of its source, the image of ultimate reality. This in no way hinders his perception of evil but rather sharpens it, for only when the natural world is seen as good does evil become intelligible as a destructive force and a necessary result of our freedom.","author":"Flannery O'Connor","tags":["evil","fiction","freedom","good","reality"],"id":904,"author_id":"Flannery+O%27Connor"},{"text":"A man [Joyce] whose earliest stories appeared next to the manure prices in the Irish Homestead knew that columns of prose, like columns of shit, could both recultivate the earth.","author":"Declan Kiberd","tags":["fiction","james-joyce","joyce","literature","ulysses"],"id":1072,"author_id":"Declan+Kiberd"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":2756,"pages":276,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}