Author Quotes

If you want to understand what is going on in the White House today, you have to begin with Barack Obama.

I believe the most compelling explanation of Obama's actions is that he is, just like his father, an anti-colonialist.

Obama has little or nothing to do with the civil-rights movement. His roots are in Kenya, and he is shaped far more by anti-colonialism than by anything that Martin Luther King said or did.

Anti-Americanism from abroad would not be such a problem if Americans were united in standing up for their own country.

Never assume, no matter how strong the temptation, that other people are low-life lying manipulators without a shred of human decency.

We all want to live forever, but we don't want to suck blood to do it, right? I think people like to have these deep moral questions that don't come up in real life.

Once you start telling people you're famous, they believe you.

Just because I worked in fashion doesn't mean I didn't go to see 'Underworld' three times!

I was always a sci-fi and fantasy geek. I was in the 'Lord of the Rings' club and all my cool friends made fun of me.

I used to write my books at night when I was a freelancer with no children. I used to really work in huge spurts - I could turn around a revision in two weeks, I used to be able to write 10,000 words a day. It's like, 'Wow, what happened to that?' That's just gone.

I haven't paid for anything since I became famous.

I don't write that much horror. People tell me my books are scary, but they're not really; I don't go there.

I always thought of vampires, especially the young-adult ones, as a metaphor for sex - sucking blood, forbidden, taboo. I think they just ooze sex. Vampires are all the big themes in life in one attractive, bloodsucking package.

Dark books do appeal to kids because they have nice, sheltered lives - and they also appeal to children who are going through pretty hard times themselves.

Being an adult comes with a whole new set of issues.

As an author you hope your characters have sparks but truly in the end they have minds of their own!

Desire is creation, is the magical element in that process. If there were an instrument by which to measure desire, one could foretell achievement.

A work-room should be like an old shoe; no matter how shabby, it's better than a new one.

The thing that teases the mind over and over for years, and at last gets itself put down rightly on paper whether little or great, it belongs to Literature.

To note an artist's limitations is but to define his talent. A reporter can write equally well about everything that is presented to his view, but a creative writer can do his best only with what lies within the range and character of his deepest sympathies.

The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.

The condition every art requires is, not so much freedom from restriction, as freedom from adulteration and from the intrusion of foreign matter.

Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.

Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact.

When we look back, the only things we cherish are those which in some way met our original want; the desire which formed in us in early youth, undirected, and of its own accord.

All the intelligence and talent in the world can't make a singer. The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity. It is a sport, like the silver fox. It happens.

The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always.

Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.

There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.

The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind it a spent and exhausted world.