It is the writer's job to craft a story so compelling that strangers will pay to hear it.
Writers need each other.
Writers and other artists are mostly just historians, produced by nature to describe, decipher and thus historically represent the universe.
A hack writer who would not have been considered fourth rate in Europe."(on Mark Twain)
Dostoevsky was made by being sent to Siberia. Writers are forged in injustice as a sword is forged.
Sadly, there are writers who wouldn't know an umlaut from an omelet.
As a writer one is allowed to have conversations with oneself. What is considered sane in writers is made for the rest of the human race.
Just because everybody uses language, that doesn't mean that they can write even tolerable prose.
Quotation is the highest compliment you can pay an author.
The relationship between a perfect cup of coffee and a writer is just like the couple who always standby and feel proud of being committed to each other.
Even those who write against fame wish for the fame of having written well, and those who read their works desire the fame of having read them.
All that writers can do is keep trying to say what is deepest in their hearts.
Every day in New York City is a test. Work hard and pass this test, you get a chocolate cookie. From a strange man on the subway. A man without pants.
The writer provides the text; the reader, the meaning.
Without the dreamers who write science fiction and other imaginary material we'd still be sitting in caves ... if we weren't already extinct.
We make a home for ourselves, every time we work on something: actors, writers, singers, building these little nests in our gypsy souls, in place of the ones we so seldom seem to make in our own lives...
No man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents.
People have many cruel expectations from writers. People expect novelists to live on a hill with three kids and a spouse, people expect children's story writers to never have sex, and people expect al...
You can only write well ,what you have lived.
He had a book to finish. Ten-thousand words. The other ninety thousand had been difficult. This last tenth seemed impossible. His plot had become derailed. He was unable to see his way through the smo...