Turn those deep feelings and obsessions of your heart into captivating pieces of literature.
Cliches are the viruses that infect your writing with diseases.
Create a world in front of your readers where they can taste, smell, touch, hear, see, and move. Else they are likely going to move on to another book.
A writer can do without food for a few hours, but not without the sight of books.
Be a good reader first, if you wish to become a good writer.
As you become a better writer, the writing becomes more difficult. You toil harder to tell a story in a lesser number of words.
Ideas either age like fine wine or rot like potatoes over time.
Dreams are good at playing with your memory. They love leaving no trace behind and hate to show up once again in the morning.
I wait, you play. You speak, I cave. I promise, you break. You game me, daily, you play me.
A writer gets to live yet another life every time she creates a new story.
Tell a story in lesser and simpler words.
If certain aspect needs to be inconsistent, it must better be consistently inconsistent throughout the story.
As writers we live life twice, like a cow that eats its food once and then regurgitates it to chew and digest it again. We have a second chance at biting into our experience and examining it. ...This...
I have before suggested that a genuine blackguard is never without a pocket-handkerchief.
A gossip spread a rumor, and became notorious from the deed. The gossip then started a fire beyond their control, and when it spread, the gossip spread the word around, but people just ran away. The g...
They turned on themselves, like a feverish wheel, all tumbling spokes. Margot stood alone. She was a very frail girl who looked as if she had been lost in the rain for years and the rain had washed ou...
He admired bears because everyone was afraid to disturb them while they slept and fish were so in love with bears that they jumper right into their mouths. He ate meat and never felt bad about it unle...
If you think there is no time to write now, there would never be.
And yet it was also true that the tumor could not be removed by our doctor, and as a result of that a strange medication had been given him that enabled my brother to become even more of an enigma tha...
Fear is the short road to death and this world, Changed by the flux of decay: Survival is the exception for weary men.From the new book The Waning