Authors Quotes

Quiet people have the loudest minds.

When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead.

Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days.

If you have a dream, don’t just sit there. Gather courage to believe that you can succeed and leave no stone unturned to make it a reality.

Don’t let mental blocks control you. Set yourself free. Confront your fear and turn the mental blocks into building blocks.

The world’s greatest achievers have been those who have always stayed focussed on their goals and have been consistent in their efforts.

One piece of wisdom a writer quickly learns ~ typos keep you humble.

If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they’re happy.

At the end of the day your ability to connect with your readers comes down to how you make them feel.

It's a good thing, right, when an author gets turned on by the dirty scenes they write?!

The lot of the bride
to be wed before bed
desired until rotten.
The lot of the author
to be read before bed
admired then forgotten.

What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.

A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.

A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author.

I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen.

A story is a letter that the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.

. . . All artists’ work is autobiographical. Any writer’s work is a map of their psyche. You can really see what their concerns are, what their obsessions are, and what interests them.

It was one of the dullest speeches I ever heard. The Agee woman told us for three quarters of an hour how she came to write her beastly book, when a simple apology was all that was required.

As with many people, Charles, who could not talk, wrote with fullness. He set down his loneliness and his perplexities, and he put on paper many things he did not know about himself.

Books are for nothing but to inspire