Quotes About Writing

My love of writing is an outgrowth of my love of reading. Both helped me to escape boredom, to perform thought experiments, and to deal with the daily news. I can create a world that makes more sense than this one.

I'm trying to speak–to write-the truth. I"m trying to be clear. I'm not interested in being fancy, or even original. Clarity and truth will be plenty, if I can only achieve them.

She wasn't writing romance or feel-good novels," mystery author Walter Mosley said. "She was writing very difficult, brilliant work.

First forget inspiration. Habit is more dependable. Habit will sustain you whether you're inspired or not. Habit will help you finish and polish your stories. Inspiration won't. Habit is persistence in practice. Forget talent. If you have it, fine. Use it. If you don't have it, it doesn't matter. As habit is more dependable than inspiration, continued learning is more dependable than talent.

There was an English major. He wanted to be a writer and tell our story from the inside—which had only been done thirty or forty times before.

Às vezes, eu escrevia coisas porque não conseguia dizê-las, não conseguia entender meus sentimentos em relação a elas, não conseguia mantê-las presas dentro de mim. Era um tipo de escrita que eu sempre destruía depois. Não era para ninguém.

In order for me to understand who I am, I must begin to understand who she was. That is my reason for writing and assembling this book. It has always been my way to sort through my feelings by writing.

Vocabulary and grammar are your primary tools. They're most effectively used, even most effectively abused, by people who understand them.

Sometimes I write to keep from going crazy. There's a world of things I don't feel free to talk to anyone about.

You don't start out writing good stuff. You start out writing crap and thinking it's good stuff, and then gradually you get better at it. That's why I say one of the most valuable traits is persistence.

The absolutes the eternitiesTheir outlying districtsAre not my themeI am hungry for life and for death alsoI know what I know and I write it.

The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself." ? Albert Camus

Someday he would write his memoirs, when his adventures had arranged themselves into a suitably attractive package.

W jakim? sensie takie osoby jak ona, te, które w?adaj? piórem, bywaj? niebezpieczne. Narzuca si? od razu podejrzenie fa?szu - ?e taka osoba nie jest sob?, tylko okiem, które bezustannie patrzy, a to, co widzi, zamienia w zdania; w ten sposób okrawa rzeczywisto?? ze wszystkiego, co w niej najwa?niejsze, z niewyra?alno?ci.

Anyone who has ever tried to write a novel knows what an arduous task it is, undoubtedly one of the worst ways of occupying oneself. You have to remain within yourself all the time, in solitary confinement. It's a controlled psychosis, an obsessive paranoia manacled to work, completely lacking in the feather pens and bustles and Venetian masks we would ordinarily associate with it, clothed instead in a butcher's apron and rubber boots, eviscerating knife in hand.

In a way, people like her, who wield a pen, can be dangerous. At once a suspicion of fakery springs to mind - that such a Person is not him or herself, but an eye that's constantly watching, and whatever it sees it changes into sentences; in the process it strips reality of its most essential quality - its inexpressibility.

In a way, people like her, those who wield a pen, can be dangerous. At once a suspicion of fakery springs to mind – that such a Person is not him or herself, but an eye that's constantly watching, and whatever it sees it changes into sentences; in the process it strips reality of its most essential quality – its inexpressibility.

people like her, those who wield a pen, can be dangerous. At once a suspicion of fakery springs to mind—that such a Person is not him- or herself, but

Dievas rašo kaire ranka veidrodiniu b?du.

But I know that writing on bags is something people do only out of anxiety and uncertainty. Neither defeat nor the greatest success is conducive to writing.

One writer excels at a plan or a title page, another works away the body of the book, and a third is a dab at an index.

Now, therefore, I began to associate with none but disappointed authors like myself, who praised, deplored, and despised each other. The satisfaction we found in every celebrated writer's attempts was inversely as their merits. My unfortunate paradoxes had entirely dried up that source of comfort. I could neither read nor write with satisfaction; for excellence in another was my aversion, and writing was my trade.

The secret to writing a screenplay is keeping you ass in the chair. (ASS + CHAIR = PAGES!)

No greater satisfaction exists now than a paragraph well written in honor of something you value.