Jacques Barzun Quote

This assignment could damn well project all the words across my face and the ink stain my hands a gory mess before I finished it.

The annihilating strokes slashed across my penned heartfelt words.

I assumed this yoke would encase me as well as any another hobble. Only this one bound the mind.

If you can't write, read.If you can't read, walk.Or walk and read, then write.

Tongue and hand tied, I was equally cut off and trapped in my own silent dark tomb.

His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a field of control.

Sometimes ideas flow from my mind in a raging river of stringed sentences; I can scarcely scribble on the page fast enough to keep up with the mental current. Sometimes, however, beavers move in and d...

I'll admit that writing doesn't always come, but I'm totally against walking around looking at the sky when you're experiencing a block, waiting for inspiration to strike you. Tchaikovsky and Rimsky-K...

Ugh, writer's block. The best thing to do is to forget about everything you're trying to do. Get away from your writing station, kick your feet up and relax. Then allow your mind to just wander. Don't...

Writer's Block: making authors miserable since the Stone Age.