Hell is something you carry with you.
So I believe in the redeeming power of stories, I believe that stories are incredibly important, possibly in ways we don't understand, in allowing us to make sense of our lives, in allowing us to esca...
And I would try and walk far enough away that people would not assume I was with him.
The beautiful illusion of fiction is that everything makes sense and that there was a purpose, that there was a point to it all. And that's the best possible lie because it may even be true.
It's a weird thing, writing.Sometimes you can look out across what you're writing, and it's like looking out over a landscape on a glorious, clear summer's day. You can see every leaf on every tree, a...
So write your story as it needs to be written. Write it honestly, and tell it as best you can. I'm not sure that there are any other rules. Not ones that matter.
Writing may or may not be your salvation; it might or might not be your destiny. But that does not matter. What matters right now are the words, one after another. Find the next word. Write it down.
Set your fantasies in the here and now and then, if challenged, claim to be writing Magical Realism.
Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it's always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins.
Stories may well be lies, but they are good lies that say true things, and which can sometimes pay the rent.
So that's my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody's ever made before. Don't freeze, don't stop, don't worry tha...
Normally, in anything I do, I'm fairly miserable. I do it, and I get grumpy because there is a huge, vast gulf, this aching disparity, between the platonic ideal of the project that was living in my h...
This is a work of fiction. All the characters in it, human and otherwise, are imaginary, excepting only certain of the fairy folk, whom it might be unwise to offend by casting doubts on their existenc...
کلی کتاب و مجله و روزنامه خوانده بود. می دانست اگر از خانه فرار کند ممکن است باافراد ناباب روبرو شود که ممکن بود بلایی سرش بیاورند.اما از طرفی افسانه های پریان را نیز خوانده بود، پس می دانست آدم های خ...
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That feeling I get when I go looking in my head for a word that isn’t there, as if someone must have come and taken it in the night.
Znacznie łatwiej jest nie wierzyć w coś, kiedy to coś nie patrzy na ciebie i nie wypowiada twojego imienia.
You're brave. You are the bravest person I know, and you are my friend. I don't care if you are imaginary.
You never forget. It must be somewhere inside you. Even if the brain has forgotten, perhaps the teeth remember. Or the fingers.
You know how is it when you love someone? And the hard part, the bad part, the Jerry Springer Show part is that you never stop loving someone. There's always a piece of them in your heart.