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“If you get stuck, get away from your desk. Take a walk, take a bath, go to sleep, make a pie, draw, listen to ­music, meditate, exercise; whatever you do, don't just stick there scowling at the problem. But don't make telephone calls or go to a party; if you do, other people's words will pour in where your lost words should be. Open a gap for them, create a space. Be patient.”
― Hilary Mantel

“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“To be a true poet is to become God.
I tried to explain this to my friends on Heaven's Gate. 'Piss, shit,' I said. 'Asshole motherfucker, goddamn shit goddamn. Cunt. Pee-pee cunt. Goddamn!'
They shook their heads and smiled, and walked away. Great poets are rarely understood in their own day.”
― Dan Simmons, Hyperion

“You never learn how to write a novel. You just learn how to write the novel that you're writing.”
― Gene Wolfe

“Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are."
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
"Say 'Nevermore,'" said Shadow.
"Fuck you," said the raven.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“-Αυτό είναι αγάπη,μου λέει η Τζίνα.Να φτάσεις να πάθεις φυματίωση. Να σε βλαστημάει η μάνα του. Να την κοπανάς απο το στρατό χωρίς να σκέπτεσαι τι θα πάθεις. Όπως το τσογλάνι της Νανάς. Γιατι δεν έχει σημασία που την εγκατέλειψε ή πόσο κράτησε, αυτό που μετράει δεν είναι η διάρκεια, αλλά η έντσαση. Μπορεί να μην κράτησε για πάντα, αλλά την αγάπησε τρελά. Κατάλαβες;”
― Νίκη Αναστασέα, Πολύ χιόνι μπροστά στο σπίτι

“Η αγάπη δεν είναι λίγο.”
― Νίκη Αναστασέα, Πολύ χιόνι μπροστά στο σπίτι

“Life is like a novel. It's filled with suspense. You have no idea what is going to happen until you turn the page.”
― sidney sheldon

“We exist for ourselves, perhaps, and at times we even have a glimmer of who we are, but in the end we can never be sure, and as our lives go on, we become more and more opaque to ourselves, more and more aware of our own incoherence. No one can cross the boundary into another – for the simple reason that no one can gain access to himself.”
― Paul Auster, The New York Trilogy

“He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”
― George Eliot

“Δεν μπορώ να σας εξηγήσω. Όλες οι λέξεις ανάμεσα σε δύο ανθρώπους απαιτούν μία κοινή εμπειρία.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“«Η λογοτεχνία δεν είναι μόνο αυτή που είναι γραμμένη, είναι και η άλλη που μιλιέται από ανθρώπους που δεν θα γράψουν ποτέ βιβλία»”
― Γιάννης Μακριδάκης

“Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

“when a language dies, a way of understanding the world dies with it, a way of looking at the world. ”
― Steiner G

“I put my hand on the altar rail. 'What if ... what if Heaven is real, but only in moments? Like a glass of water on a hot day when you're dying of thirst, or when someone's nice to you for no reason, or ...' Mam's pancakes with Toblerone sauce; Dad dashing up from the bar just to tell me, 'Sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite'; or Jacko and Sharon singing 'For She's A Squishy Marshmallow' instead of 'For She's A Jolly Good Fellow' every single birthday and wetting themselves even though it's not at all funny; and Brendan giving his old record player to me instead of one of his mates. 'S'pose Heaven's not like a painting that's just hanging there for ever, but more like ... Like the best song anyone ever wrote, but a song you only catch in snatches, while you're alive, from passing cars, or ... upstairs windows when you're lost ...”
― David Mitchell, The Bone Clocks

“When we want to give expression to a dramatic situation in our lives, we tend to use metaphors of heaviness. We say that something has become a great burden to us. We either bear the burden or fail and go down with it, we struggle with it, win or lose. And Sabina - what had come over her? Nothing. She had left a man because she felt like leaving him. Had he persecuted her? Had he tried to take revenge on her? No. Her drama was a drama not of heaviness but of lightness. What fell to her lot was not the burden, but the unbearable lightness of being.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“If you want to write a fantasy story with Norse gods, sentient robots, and telepathic dinosaurs, you can do just that. Want to throw in a vampire and a lesbian unicorn while you're at it? Go ahead. Nothing's off limits. But the endless possibility of the genre is a trap. It's easy to get distracted by the glittering props available to you and forget what you're supposed to be doing: telling a good story. Don't get me wrong, magic is cool. But a nervous mother singing to her child at night while something moves quietly through the dark outside her house? That's a story. Handled properly, it's more dramatic than any apocalypse or goblin army could ever be.”
― Patrick Rothfuss