I think one of the paradoxes of writing fiction is when people enjoy it, they want it to be real.
All readers come to fiction as willing accomplices to your lies. Such is the basic goodwill contract made the moment we pick up a work of fiction.
Two hours of writing fiction leaves this writer completely drained. For those two hours he has been in a different place with totally different people.
I suspect that one of the reasons we create fiction is to make sex exciting.
A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.
The image that fiction presents is purged of the distractions, confusions and accidents of ordinary life.
Fiction writing is great. You can make up almost anything.
The test of any good fiction is that you should care something for the characters; the good to succeed, the bad to fail. The trouble with most fiction is that you want them all to land in hell, together, as quickly as possible.
Fiction is a lie, and good fiction is the truth inside the lie.
Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity.