Writing Quotes - Page 7

Everyone is born creative; everyone is given a box of crayons in kindergarten. Then when you hit puberty they take the crayons away and replace them with dry, uninspiring books on algebra, history, etc. Being suddenly hit years later with the 'creative bug' is just a wee voice telling you, 'I'd like my crayons back, please.

And there was that poor sucker Flaubert rolling around on his floor for three days looking for the right word.

All writers should be put in a box and thrown in the sea.

Always mystify, torture, mislead, and surprise the audience as much as possible.

If you would not be forgotten, as soon as you are dead and rotten, either write things worth reading, or do things worth writing.

Ordinary life is pretty complex stuff.

One always has a better book in one's mind than one can manage to get onto paper.

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.

Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.

Normally, in anything I do, I'm fairly miserable. I do it, and I get grumpy because there is a huge, vast gulf, this aching disparity, between the platonic ideal of the project that was living in my head, and the small, sad, wizened, shaking, squeaking thing that I actually produce.

Like madness is the glory of life.

You rely too much on brain. The brain is the most overrated organ.

Autobiography begins with a sense of being alone. It is an orphan form.

Dance above the surface of the world. Let your thoughts lift you into creativity that is not hampered by opinion.

The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.

…when writing, always hook the reader with your first sentence…in love, never settle…value yourself first and this will help you to value others…life is short, so enjoy it to the fullest…everyone in the world is different, and that’s ok…

She looked away. Her attitude seemed to suggest that she had finished with him, and would be obliged if somebody would come and sweep him up.

Life is painful and disappointing. It is useless, therefore, to write new realistic novels. We generally know where we stand in relation to reality and don’t care to know any more.

To write as if your life depended on it; to write across the chalkboard, putting up there in public the words you have dredged; sieved up in dreams, from behind screen memories, out of silence- words you have dreaded and needed in order to know you exist.