I'm a fictional monogamist - I can only work on one thing at a time - but each novel starts growing in my head when I'm about midway through the previous novel.
When I was little, I made up my own fairy tales, and the ghostly echo of 'Once upon a time' shapes all the fiction I've ever written.
All fiction is about people, unless it's about rabbits pretending to be people. It's all essentially characters in action, which means characters moving through time and changes taking place, and that's what we call 'the plot'.
The marvellous thing about writing, whether it be fiction or journalism, is that it is simultaneously the most intimate and the most anonymous of meetings between people. It is profoundly intimate in reaching into the psyche of another, at the same t...
Teen fiction should be about teenagers - no matter how many arguments there are about what YA lit should be, this seems like the one thing we can all agree on.
The truth is, I can't help the way people perceive anything, from the role of financial industry in the economic crisis, to the place of women's fiction in the canon of modern literature, to the rank of mint chocolate chip ice cream as a favorite Bas...
Jules: I want you to go in that bag, and find my wallet. Pumpkin: Which one is it? Jules: It's the one that says Bad Motherfucker.
Marsellus: I'm prepared to scour the the Earth for that motherfucker. If Butch goes to Indochina, I want a nigger hiding in a bowl of rice ready to pop a cap in his ass.
The Wolf: You guys look like... What do they look like, Jimmie? Jimmie: Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks. Jules: Ha-ha-ha. They're your clothes, motherfucker.
Jules: You know the shows on TV? Vincent: I don't watch TV. Jules: Yeah, but, you are aware that there's an invention called television, and on this invention they show shows, right?
Vincent: I'll have the Douglas Sirk steak, and a vanilla Coke. Buddy Holly: How would you like that? Burnt to a crisp or bloody as hell? Vincent: Bloody as hell.
Butch: I'll be back before you can say Blueberry pie. Fabienne: Blueberry pie. Butch: Okay, maybe not that fast. But pretty fast, alright?
Jules: I don't know why, I just thought he'd be European or something because he... Vincent: Yeah, man, he's about as European as fuckin' English Bob.
Vincent: That's the Marilyn Monroe section that's Mamie Van Doren... I don't see Jayne Mansfield, she must have the night off or something.
Zed: Bring out the Gimp. Maynard: Gimp's sleeping. Zed: Well, I guess you're gonna have to go wake him up now, won't you?
The Wolf: [after the row between Jules and Jimmy over the quality of his coffee, The Wolf tries some, he looks impressed, looks at Jimmy and says] Mmm.
Butch: Will you hand me a towel, Miss Beautiful Tulip? Fabienne: Ah, I like that. I like tulip. Tulip is much better than mongoloid.
Harold Crick: You just said ten seconds ago, you wouldn't help me. Professor Jules Hilbert: It's been a very revealing ten seconds.
Penny Escher: And I suppose you smoked all these cigarettes? Kay Eiffel: No, they came pre-smoked. Penny Escher: Yeah, they said you were funny.
Harold Crick: [crying] You're asking me to knowingly face my death? Professor Jules Hilbert: Yes. Harold Crick: Really? Professor Jules Hilbert: Yes.
Ana Pascal: I won't be paying, Mr. Crick. No matter how big the percent. Harold Crick: No, I know. But the percent determines how big your cell is.
