Quotes About Ghostwriter

And what was I if not death's ghostwriter?

The author apologizes for being unable to afford a ghost writer, which explains the lack of a distinctive prose style.

it is through the ghost [writer] that the great gift of knowledge which the inarticulate have for the world can be made available.

Everybody you work with has their own voice, and if you do your job well enough, even their closest friends or their partner of 40 years isn't going to recognise the fingerprints of a ghostwriter.

I think when people hear about a celebrity writing a book of any kind, the assumption is that it was dictated to a ghostwriter.

So I had a ghostwriter, they call them, or somebody who is an experienced writer, to help. I've got the ideas in my head, it's getting them properly on paper.

Stratton, of course, had the advantage: Olive knew he controlled the book's production and understood that too much sympathy for the devil would reflect badly on her, reducing her chances of "resuming her position in society," as the Daily Alta had put it. Olive was again a captive—this time of her ghostwriter.

A lot of people don't know what I do. In the industry they take credit for work because to some degree it makes them feel worthy or greater. I am not a ghostwriter 'cause it is on the CD covers who wrote and did what but people don't care about anything they can't see. The work gets unnoticed and the credibility goes untouched.

Client reports. Jack was a private detective." "I don't understand." "I'm— uh— a ghostwriter.

The whole process of telling my story to my ghostwriter was so intense, after all, because he would ask me questions that no journalist would ask me. Things like, 'How did it smell at your grandmother's house?'

Nas is one of the Greatest Ever. Never has and never will need a ghostwriter. That man's pen and legacy is without question.

good a writer." "I'm not bad, but you're right, book form isn't my strength. I'll hire a ghost this time.

In 1990, when I had just arrived in New York City as a wet-behind-the-ears 20-something girl from Arizona, I spent a year or more working as the personal secretary and secret ghostwriter to an American-born countess in her apartment on the Upper East Side.

And what was I if not death's ghostwriter?