Asking a writer why they like to write {in the theoretical sense of the question} is like asking a person why they breathe. For me, writing is a natural reflex to the beauty, the events, and the peopl...
In my imagination, the Editor meditated in a mountain-cave, espoused the rules of grammar, and frowned upon speculative fiction.
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
[I]f the writer does his job right, what he basically does is remind the reader of how smart the reader is.
we write every day, we fight every day, we think and scheme and dream a little dream every day. manuscripts pile up in the kitchen sink, run-on sentences dangle around our necks. we plant purple prose...
We, and I think I'm speaking for many writers, don't know what it is that sometimes comes to make our books alive. All we can do is write dutifully and day after day, every day, giving our work the ve...
The world does not need more Christian literature. What it needs is more Christians writing good literature.
Books have power to bring you glory or doom, it all depends on perception.
When the vision fills your brain and passion hits your gut, the need to write it down cannot be stifled. (Marti Melville)
Dreams, kindled in the fire of imagination,ignite in the brilliance of our minds,and are wrought in the work of our hands" -
GIVING - Applied tithing is so rewarding. When you give away your time, talent, and treasures you create a huge shift in your prosperity consciousness. So start where you are as you reach for where it...
Every human being has hundreds of separate people living under his skin. The talent of a writer is his ability to give them their separate names, identities, personalities and have them relate to othe...
Trust the tale, not the teller.
اگر آدم فقط پنج شش کتاب را به خوبی می شناخت، چه محقق برجسته ای می شد
Nothing expresses Kafka’s innermost sense of self more profoundly than his lapidary definition of writing as a form of prayer: he was a writer. Not a man who wrote, but one to whom writing was the onl...
I have eavesdropped with impunity on the lives of people who do not exist. I have peeped shamelessly into hearts and bathroom closets. I have leant over shoulders to follow the movements of quills as...
Authors, he thought. Even the sane ones are nuts.
A younger writer, David Leavitt, would later say he envied White for having such a representative life. And it’s true: the zeitgeist blew through White more easily than it did through most people.
I believe the writer... should always be the final judge. I have always held to that position and have sometimes seen books hurt thereby but at least as often helped. The book belongs to the author.
Flaubert had infinite correction to perform.