We shall take a star out of the skies and shall set thousands of worlds on fire…
But then, that’s the beauty of writing stories-each one is an exploratory journey in search of a reason and a shape. And when you find that reason and that shape, there’s no feeling like it.”
[Peter Wild Interviews TC Boyle, 3:AM Magazine, June 2003]
God isn’t going to scribble across the sky. “The shark is gone.
Like all fiction, my lies are just my efforts to be truer than the truth.
Fiction books give the reader a chance to step away from their own reality and into the shoes of the characters, and they show you a world that isn’t the one you already know. And sometimes the story’s not so different from your own, and it lets you get closer to your own feelings.
The Friday before winter break, my mom packed me an overnight bag and a few deadly weapons and took me to a new boarding school.
The times have changed and now the story is old, but yet it all remains the same, a victim in the cold.
I wanted stories, and I wanted them always, and I wanted the experience that only fiction could give me: I wanted to be inside them.
He was a peculiar sight. Tears rolling down his face, shouting to drown the sound of the singing rabbit; he said he needed help, pointed to a chicken, handed over some money, grabbed his parcel and bolted out the door in panic.
Boys, thought the butcher.
Drugs, thought the woman.
Justin Case, thought Dorothea.
Smile in front of the queen?” she said with a feigned gasp of disapproval. ‘Surely that’s not allowed!