Quotes About Writes

Memory dictates and history writes

Language has not the power to speak what love indites: The soul lies buried in the ink that writes.

He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.

I hate this bizarre policy of protective exclusion, because it effectively writes me off the page.

Language has not the power to speak what love indites The soul lies buried in the Ink that writes

The room was the poem, the day I was in. Oh Christ. What writes my poem is the second ring, inner or outer. Poetry is just the performance of it. These little things, whether I write them or not. That's the score. The thing of great value is you. Where you are, glowing and fading, while you live.

Who then to frail mortality shall trust But limns the water, or but writes in dust.

A good novelist does not lead his characters, he follows them. A good novelist does not create events, he watches them happen and then writes down what he sees.

I loved Robert Altman, so gentle yet naughty! And Julian Fellowes writes so beautifully.

Scott Bradfield writes weird, oblique, unsettling stuff.

I just love the fact that Sylvester Stallone is a multi-hyphenate. He acts, he writes, he produces, he directs. I always respected that guy, especially with 'The Expendables' franchise, which is very much the type of movie that my dad and I loved when I was a kid.

You can use volatile variables only when all the following criteria are met: Writes to the variable do not depend on its current value, or you can ensure that only a single thread ever updates the value; The variable does not participate in invariants with other state variables; and Locking is not required for any other reason while the variable is being accessed.

a story is a letter the author writes to himself

Very frank about his many seductions. But also he writes a great deal on the rise of the Judenfressers—that means Jew Eaters, because the term anti-Semitism was not yet coined when he was a boy. Schnitzler was Jewish, of course.

and in the homosexual phase which would follow Eurydice's death ... Orpheus sings no more, he writes.

I think these movements and become them, here, In this room's stillness, none of them about, And relish them all-until I think of where Thrashed by a crook, the cursive adder writes Quick V's and Q's in the dust and rubs them out. from "Movements