Top Writer Quotes

Don't put down too many roots in terms of a domicile. I have lived in four countries and I think my life as a writer and our family's life have been enriched by this. I think a writer has to experienc...

O wayfarer! Yearn finds quench, not in meadows, seashores or altitude of mountain peaks; but when being and dance are one.

Writer Definition

(n.) One who writes, or has written; a scribe; a clerk.

(n.) One who is engaged in literary composition as a profession; an author; as, a writer of novels.

(n.) A clerk of a certain rank in the service of the late East India Company, who, after serving a certain number of years, became a factor.

I remember calling the council's cemetery department to ask about body decomposition in different soil types. Once they had verified that I was a novelist and not a sicko, they were extremely helpful.

The viewpoint character in each story is usually someone trapped in a living nightmare, but this doesn't guarantee that we and the protagonist are at one. In fact Woolrich often makes us pull away fro...

The term - 'Fairy-Tales' is so ironical in itself, when I sometimes sit to write love stories with a happy ending, it usually drags me into a dilemma whether, I should even begin with a love story at...

That's what we storytellers do. We restore order with imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.

Freedom can choke you if you don't know how to handle it.

My pen beats faster as I write with my heart

All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.

We suddenly arrived in this very lost and strange city. Somewhere in the middle of the mountains. We didn't know where we are. We were just heading back to the sea. When we walked trough the forgotten...

I've come to realize that love is tragic, somewhere down the line it's inevitable. Fight for it.

I did put on the record player, the love symphony of Beethoven wafted in the air. You and I made love,last February on that amazing Sunday afternoon. And the neighbor's dog barked madly every time our...

Some writers aren't writers, they are mere escapees' and refugees' on an exile from the jungle of thoughts.

I could never be a Communist. I could never be regimented. I could never be told what to write.

Leave me alone,Do me a favor, abandon me,I want to think about,You me and the idea of forever.

Pull back the curtain and jump down the rabbit hole.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

It is not in the gene of an Intellectually blinded person to experience the paradise in the writer's imagination.

For I have nothing to lean on, nowhere to call my home and there is nowhere I will go for Christmas to rest my head and touch familiar walls. I have no degree to show on paper or employment to take ca...

Think not of the fragility of life, but of the power of books, when mere words can change our lives simply by being next to each other.