Nicholas Sparks
Nicholas Sparks
Nicholas Charles Sparksis an American novelist, screenwriter and producer. He has published eighteen novels and two non-fiction books. Several of his novels have become international bestsellers, and eleven of his romantic-drama novels have been adapted to film with multimillion-dollar box office grosses...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth31 December 1965
CityOmaha, NE
CountryUnited States of America
collapse ending good knew knowing novels poignant previous rest since time waste
I knew I wanted the ending of the story to be poignant and heart-felt, and secondly, because I didn't know if I would be able to do that, since my previous novels hadn't been good enough to publish. If I couldn't do it, I didn't want to waste my time writing the rest of the novel, knowing it would collapse at the end.
past focus gone
The past was gone and the future had yet to unfold, and he knew he should focus his life on the present…yet his day-to-day existence suddenly struck him as endless and unbearable.
memories kissing long
It wasn't that long, and it certainly wasn't the kind of kiss you see in movies these days, but it was wonderful in its own way, and all I can remember about the moment is that when our lips touched, I knew the memory would last forever.
believe obvious
Too far-fetched to believe, too obvious to ignore.
believe obvious
Too far-fetched to believe, too obvious to ignore.
gratitude appreciation thinking
It's funny, but have you ever noticed that the more special something is, the more people seem to take it for granted? It's like they think it won't ever change. Just like this house here. All it ever needed was a little attention, and it would never have ended up like this in the first place.
monday night turkeys
Oh yeah? What did you have last night?" "Turkey sandwich on wheat. With a pickle." "And the night before?" "Turkey sandwich on wheat. No pickle." She giggled. "What was the last hot meal you cooked?" He pretended to rack his brains. "Uh...beans and franks. On Monday.
rocks hands voice
I cry to you, my Lord, my rock! Do not be deaf to me, for if you are silent, I shall go down to the pit like the rest. Hear my voice raised in petition as I cry to you for help, as I raise my hands, my Lord, toward your holy of holies.
heart giver
Gifts of the heart can't be claimed by anyone except the giver.
understanding
Some things were beyond understanding.
Why did you come here? To find you.
ideas next plot
Working on the plot/story idea for my next novel ... It always takes time.
writing reality roots
I don't write fantasy, I write reality. Also, my novels have roots to Greek tragedies and as such, there has to be tragedy.
taken people silence
We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken us a lifetime to learn...for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together...this is the great paradox.