Quotes from Terri Guillemets

Writer's block is a disease for which there is no cure, only respite.

Some writers have beautiful poetry inside that explodes from the pen into prose. Others hold their inner prose until it implodes to poetry.

Reading in bed is a gateway drug to writing in bed.

Some authors write with a grave ink, of a dramatic pen dipped into their dark souls.

These things sift through our minds, with the years, like sand, and find their way out in ink.

Being an author is having angels whisper in your ear — and devils, too.

My only cure for writer's block is insomnia.

If I'm trying to sleep, the ideas won't stop. If I'm trying to write, there appears a barren nothingness.

Authorship is exhibitionism, and readers a species of voyeur.

Being an author is being in charge of your own personal insane asylum.

Poetry wrapped around my heart like a cozy blanket Quills in my brain ink running through gray matter rivulets Dead authors ghosting through my soul...

In writing, you either stick with it and keep revising until it's done, no matter how long it takes — or set it aside a few years until you've distanced yourself enough to get it right. The wait is just as excruciating as the work.

Writing helps keep me sane — or at least a pen's length from insane.

The best writers always make poetry, whether it comes out prose or verse.

Ink and paper are sometimes passionate lovers, oftentimes brother and sister, and occasionally mortal enemies.

He transforms every bottle of ink into a scrolling trail of metaphors.

The universe will do the writing for you, if you just listen closely enough.

Love letters and poems aren't the least bit difficult to write, if you write directly from your heart into the ink and don't channel through your brain first.

Writing — a race to the typewriter keys before that brilliant idea flees

Ink on paper is as beautiful to me as flowers on the mountains — God composes, why shouldn't we?

If I fall asleep with a pen in my hand, don't remove it — I may be writing in my dreams.

There are living days and there are writing days. But you can never have the writing without the living. And if you've got writer's block you'd better go have yourself a day of living to fix it, rather than beating on an idling brain.

A harsh critique is a pen stab through the heart — and the resultant inkbleed.

They'll find ink in my veins and blood on my typewriter keys.