Quotes About Writing

To write is to forget. Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.

Se um homem escreve bem só quando está bêbado dir-lhe-ei: embebede-se. E se ele me disser que o seu fígado sofre com isso, respondo: o que é o seu fígado? É uma coisa morta que vive enquanto você vive, e os poemas que escrever vivem sem enquanto.

I know of no pleasure like that of books, yet I read very little. Books are the entryway to dreams, but people at ease in life don't need such introductions to enter into conversation with dreams. I could never read a book and give myself over to it; always, with each step, the commentary of my intellect or my imagination interrupts the narrative sequence. After some minutes I am the one who writes and the writing is nowhere to be seen.

Don't imagine that I write just to write, or to publish, or to produce art. I write because this is the final goal, the supreme refinement, the temperamentally illogical refinement, of my cultivation of states of mind and feeling.

Better to write than to dare live, even if living means merely to buy bananas in the sunlight, as long as the sun lasts and there are bananas for sale. Later, perhaps… yes, later…

I have to write, as if I were carrying out a punishment. And the greatest punishment is to know that whatever I write will be futile, flawed and uncertain.

despequeñezco al escribir, como quien respira mejor sin que el dolor haya pasado.

Escrever é esquecer. A literatura é a maneira mais agradável de ignorar a vida. A música embala, as artes visuais animam, as artes vivas (como a dança e o representar) entretêm

Mejores y más felices los que, reconociendo la ficción de todo, componen su novela antes de que les sea compuesta y, como Maquiavelo, visten los trajes de la corte para escribir bien en secreto.

What really shocks me is how these wizards and masters of the invisible, when they write to communicate or intimate their mysteries, all write abominably. It offends my intelligence that a man can master the Devil without being able to master the Portuguese language.

I enjoy using words. Or rather: I enjoy making words work.

To write is to objectify dreams, to create an outer world as a material reward [?] of our nature as creators. To publish is to give this outer world to others; but what for, if the outer world common to us and to them is the 'real' outer world, the one made of visible and tangible matter? What do others have to do with the universe that's in me?

Pero no me engaño, escribo, sumo, y la escritura sigue, como hecha por un empleado cualquiera de esta casa.

Whatever I feel is felt against my will so that I can write that I felt it.

Scrivere è dimenticare. La letteratura è il modo più piacevole di ignorare la vita.

Nunca he podido leer un libro entregándome a él; siempre, a cada paso, el comentario de la inteligencia o de la imaginación me ha interrumpido la secuencia de la propia narrativa. Después de unos minutos, quien escribía era yo, y lo que estaba escrito no estaba en ninguna parte.

I, however, who in this transitory life am nothing, can enjoy the thought of the future reading this very page, since I do actually write it; I can take pride – like a father in his son – in the fame I will have, since at least I have something that could bring me fame.

Porque no vayáis a creer que escribo para publicar, ni para escribir, ni siquiera por hacer arte. Escribo porque ese es el fin, la perfección suprema, la perfección temperamentalmente ilógica [...] de mi cultivo de estados del alma.

It's better to write than dare to live, even if living is nothing more than buying bananas...

No other writer ever achieved such a direct transference of self to paper. The Book of Disquiet is the world's strangest photograph, made out of words, the only material capable of capturing the recesses of the soul it exposes. Richard Zenith, 2001 NOTES

I know of no pleasure like that of books, yet I read very little. Books are the entryway to dreams, but people at ease in life don't need such introductions to enter into conversation with dreams. I could never read a book and give myself over to it; always, with each step, the commentary of my intellect or my imagination interrupts the narrative sequence. After some minutes I am the one who writes and the writing is nowhere to be seen.

Sólo sabe escribir quien es capaz de ver sus propios sueños con nitidez (y es así) o ver en sueños la vida, verla de forma inmaterial, haciéndole fotos con la máquina del devaneo, sobre la cual los rayos de lo pesado, de lo útil y de lo restringido no pueden actuar, revelándose en negro la placa espiritual.

And I who am saying all this – why am I writing this book? Because I realize it's imperfect. Dreamed, it would be perfection; written, it becomes imperfect; that's why I'm writing it. And above all else, because I advocate uselessness, absurdity, – I write this book to lie to myself, to be unfaithful to my own theory.

With this thoroughly established, complete and autonomous plays can unfold in us line by line. We may no longer have the energy to write them, but that won't be necessary. We'll be able to create secondhand; we can imagine one poet writing in us in one way, while another poet will write in a different way. I, having refined this skill to a considerable degree, can write in countlessly different ways, all of them original.