Quotes About Writing

La gente normale mette al mondo dei figli; noi romanzieri dei libri. Siamo condannati a metterci la vita, anche se quasi mai ce ne sono grati. Siamo condannati a morire nelle loro pagine e a volte perfino a lasciare che siano loro a toglierci la vita

Gostava de saborear o desenrolar do enredo e esmiuçar a arquitetura de cada frase,acreditando que,se decifrasse a música daquela prosa,descobriria algo acerca daquele homem que nunca conhecera...

Una delle prime risorse dello scrittore professionista che Isabella aveva imparato da me era l'arte e la pratica di procrastinare. Ogni veterano del mestiere sa che qualunque occupazione, dal temperare la matita al catalogare le ragnatele, ha la priorità al momento di sedersi alla scrivania per spremersi le meningi.

Escribir es un oficio que se aprende, pero que nadie puede enseñar. El día que entienda usted lo que eso significa será cuando empiece a aprender a ser escritor.

Nekada davno, u djetinjstvu, možda is toga što sam odrastao me?u knjigama i knjižarima, odlu?io sam da želim postati pisac i živjeti životom punim melodrame.

story is a letter the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.

What I don't understand is why, instead of talking so much about this story, you don't just get on and write it.

Do you want a piece of advice?' he asked. 'Please.' 'It's practical advice I give all budding writers when they ask me what they should do. If you want to be a writer, write. If you have a story to tell, tell it. Or try.' 'If to become a writer all one needed was a story to tell, everyone would become a novelist.' 'Imagine how awful, a world full of novelists,' joked Rosiers. 'The end of all times.' 'Probably the last thing the world needs is one more.' 'Let the world decide that.

Jedes einzelne Buch hat eine Seele. Die Seele dessen, der es geschrieben hat und die Seele derer, die es gelesen und erlebt und von ihm geträumt haben.

Victor Hugo's pen

I like to use simple words, but in a complicated way.

I'm always interested in how characters change and how they often act inconsistently. When people teach creative writing courses, one of the first things they teach is to keep your characters consistent. And this is bad advice because human beings are not consistent. The very moments that we're interested in are those moments in which they act inconsistently, out of character. They suddenly leap up. They can become larger than they really are. I'm interested in those moments.

Everything Sarah writes is what he needs to hear. Of course he knows this can be explained as a trick of love, that every word spoken by a lover becomes radiantly relevant and overlaid with gold.

I doubt women will be surprised that men write more often about the loss of face and the loss of power, while women tend to write about the loss of self.

Poets are interested primarily in death and commas.

Woohoo! It's release day! I hope you enjoy this book about writers and small towns and Christmas and second chances! Happy reading!

I need to write. It keeps me focused for long enough to complete thoughts. To let each train of thought run to its conclusion and let a new one begin. It keeps me thinking. I'm afraid that if I stop writing I'll stop thinking and start feeling.

Martin: Yes, I'd like to go home and do some work. I'm writing a novel about women from the women's point of view.

I never touch nothing with writing on it.

Dean's eyes were studying me. You have a way with words. What kind of writing do you want to do? Articles for Dad's paper, to start. What do you want to write about? I paused, suddenly uncertain about how much to share. Dean's eyes were reassuring. When I know more, I'd like to write about deeper things.

His theology is mostly focused on helping people with their physical needs. All that's important, of course, but he'll hit a dry spell someday and need something more than social causes to keep him going. ... if you're serious about writing on the deeper life, you simply cannot ignore the centrality of Jesus and the Holy Spirit.

Sitting down in the evenings became a kind of torture, a bleak realization of her talents laid out against the bright shimmering fabric of her dreams. Yet she couldn't stop, she couldn't give up so easily. To stop writing completely produced in her a bleak and relentless depression, so she stubbornly persisted, plodding through endless drafts and revisions, telling herself she was learning something each time.

Yet she couldn't help herself. She couldn't stop writing. She was like a medium receiving messages from the dead.

Her life in ink.