To write is to reveal oneself.When I write something, fiction or non-fiction, I do not expect you to accept what I write, nor to agree with what I propose.I expect you to spend at least a tenth of a second to think about it – may be not about the characters, nor about the piece,...

Literature always anticipates life. It doesn’t copy it but moulds it to it’s purpose.

The purpose of a writer is to show the beauty and tragedy of life in the reader’s own mirror.

A writer tries to express those thoughts, which are inexpressible, with beauty and love.

A writer’s duty is to draw a picture that expresses more inner beauty, deeper anxiety, and more complex tragedy than a real character ever can.

A writer travels through the heart again and again to express the beauty of its contents.

Quotes are echos of voices transporting wisdom, humor, and love. Returning again to the human condition, fleeting once more as a dove.

It’s strange, isn’t it. You stand in the middle of a library and go ‘aaaaagghhhh’ and everyone just stares at you. But you do the same thing on an aeroplane, and everyone joins in.

I read not for entertainment but to feel what the writer has felt while writing even though if it was fiction.

I had a little epiphany when I was a writer at ‘Chicago’ magazine. I sat down to dinner at the Ritz-Carlton. Somebody poured a white dessert wine with chocolate cake. It was a wine I would never have expected to make sense. The idea of any wine tasting fabulous with chocolate cake was fascinating to...

I was a woman and did not yet think of myself as a writer. I was a mapmaker.

But a writer’s contribution is literary and a film is not literary. When you take that stuff off the page, and cast the people who are going to fit into those roles, that’s what being a director is.

I’m not going to get into the writer’s skills or what he was trying to portray because that’s not fair. I can only say what I felt was trying to be portrayed there.

Advice from a Romance Writer: Guys, make your woman feel pretty even on an ‘off’ day. Trust me, good things will come of it.

Negative experiences repeat as long as they remain useful to you.

And each book has to receive your best effort every single time. No slacking.

Sometimes ideas flow from my mind in a raging river of stringed sentences; I can scarcely scribble on the page fast enough to keep up with the mental current. Sometimes, however, beavers move in and dam the whole thing up.

A writer writes knowing that nothing else will elicit the same kind of satisfaction and personal triumph as molding the written word into a reader’s great experience.

Be true to the writer within you; tell the story you’re dying to tell in exactly the way you wish to tell it, and don’t trust anyone who tries to sway you otherwise.

…she (the artist, the writer) doesn’t wait for inspiration, she acts in the anticipation of its apparition.

Every writer must acknowledge and be able to handle the unalterable fact that he has, in effect, given himself a life sentence in solitary confinement.

My words, my writing, my actions—these have never been for myself alone, either directly or indirectly. There is no such thing as an artist who creates art only for himself. That is masturbation.

Poe is the only impeccable writer. He was never mistaken.

But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.

The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.

Excuse me, I feel interrupted and I think I’ve overdose from the idea of loving you.

At the end of the day I went to this place where your memories left footsteps on my skin and the breath of your touch stained my desire. Yea, it was one of those nights where I needed you the most.

With all honesty, somewhere between the hello and the dreams I saw you in I fell in love.

I know how you feel because I’ve been there too. I’ve hated and I’ve loved. I’ve seen my demons root and crawl and my angels branch and soar. I’ve died within myself and lived a thousand different lives. I too fight the same war and I too am drowning in the puddles of self-consciousness this...

She had the power to change the world but she couldn’t save the one she loved.

She had more of me then I had of myself. We were both wild birds chasing the stars. We’d lose our way and find new places, close our eyes and fall back towards a constellation of dreams. We wrapped ourselves in a blanket of passion and each night we fell deeper without control, into this...

Magic is when you live your life the way you didn’t picture it and leave nothing behind.

Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.

The truth is I didn’t need therapy; I just needed to feel loved and know that someone out there craved my attention.

I am no longer a writer. Just an emotion. An emotion that is unable to stay within its own body, and is therefore, trying to make its way into yours.

One reason I don’t suffer Writer’s Block is that I don’t wait on the muse, I summon it at need.

I don’t even pretend to believe I know everything; I just believe in arguments God told me I had a pretty good chance of winning, while I was traveling through hell.

The pale organisms of literary heroes feeding under the author’s supervision swell gradually with the reader’s lifeblood; so that the genius of a writer consists in giving them the faculty to adapt themselves to that – not very appetizing – food and thrive on it, sometimes for centuries.

I am so happy that I made someone cry today – don’t worry I’m a writer. It’s when they make me cry that it’s a problem.

Any writer who puts his words and thoughts out into the public is going to be criticized.

My mission as a writer is to give my readers hope to carry with them, and to promote a belief that they can do anything they set their minds to.

…but [I] had sworn on the very day of my demobilization never to be under anyone’s orders for the rest of my life. Somehow I must live by writing.

What a lonely and silly thing it is to be an Armenian writer in America.

On Twitter, people who had read my book followed me and I could see what else they were reading, why they’d liked what I’d written and by the by, more about them than I’d ever elicit from two minutes in a tent at a book festival, stuck behind a signing desk.

People make interesting assumptions about the profession. The writer is a mysterious figure, wandering lonely as a cloud, fired by inspiration, or perhaps a cocktail or two.

Being a writer is a more difficult job than people imagine.

Researching books gets you into nothing but trouble.

As a novelist it is my job to tell stories that inspire and entertain but I am increasingly mindful that many of these historical tales (which of themselves are fascinating) relate directly to our issues in society today.

Just write. That’s my only tip. And read. I guess that’s two.

I realised early on that being an author is a hugely misunderstood job.