Majina ya vitabu yanapaswa kuchaguliwa kwa mantiki na kwa makini ya hali ya juu mno, kwa sababu ni miongoni mwa vitu vya kwanza watu wanavyoviona na kuvisoma. Watu wakivutiwa na jina la kitabu, au mwandishi;...

Why I write music? Because it hurts not to.

The people who don’t give you a standing ovation for the hurdles you cross are just afraid that you might win the race. They do not cheer you but they sit, lurking on the sidelines,...

A writer’s thoughts can act as an Aladdin’s lamp, which can enlighten and open the mind of a reader, by showing opportunities and beauties of life.

With our writings, we can right the world.

Early on I set out to write the next Great American Novel, and then later on I set out the silverware and enjoyed my dinner in silence.

What I really want is to be recognized as a writer; that someday, my poetry — this is an interesting paradox — would be taught in English classes; for my name, along with my poetry,...

My taste in the films I’ve taken as an actor is similar to what I’d do a director or writer: all quite odd, challenging stuff, slightly off-the-wall.

If a pen can communicate our thoughts, dreams, and emotions and be the voice of our soul, then ink is the medium that carries the message.

A writer is someone who can make a riddle out of an answer.

I never wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be a book illustrator. I used to hurry home from school and draw.

It’s Easy To Feel Like A Big Fish, When Your Pond is Just A Puddle!

A writer leads a hyphenated-life with words

As a writer, you have to first of all write what you want to. Listen to advice, by all means, but don’t get bogged down in it.

If you’re a writer, the answer to everything is yes.

As a writer, my main objective is to tell the story urgently – as if whispering it into one ear – and to know the characters intimately.

Who am I? I’m just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow...

Every book I’ve read appears in my writing.

It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.

She got inside me with her story. I could feel her flowing in me and far, faraway I related in parallel. Her smile was a reflection of my own brokenness. It defined buried feelings that...

A writer writesregardless…even though…notwithstanding…despite…at any rate…anyhow…nevertheless…in the face of…undeterred by…heedless of…and because.The true writer simply continues to write.

You can’t learn to write in college. It’s a very bad place for writers because the teachers always think they know more than you do—and they don’t. They have prejudices. They may like Henry James,...

No writer of a portion of the Bible was perfect. It was the direct and miraculous operation of the Holy Spirit that what they wrote is without mistake.

Because there are a million thoughts that never sleepand a million more that wake up as each second passes by…And it’s insanity insidebut I can no longer keep quietOh, I can’t speak as wellI need...

This is for everyone who has ever looked at the stars, or gazed from atop a hill, or across the sea and wondered…

Sometimes I create a character from a scrap – a mere mention that has been left behind.

The artistic bend is a sell-out. It’s all truth, or it’s no good. EIther write what’s in the heart, all of it, the good, the bad, the ugly, the uglier, the privat and even more...

Read everything! I believe that reading made me a writer.

The urge to create a fictional narrative is a mysterious one, and when an idea comes, the writer’s sense of what a story wants to be is only vaguely visible through the penumbra of inspiration.

The idea that you’re not a writer until you’re published is a lie.

I’m either going to be a writer or a bum.

My lips are fierce with passion. My heart spins fiery beats. A rhythm lives within my fingers and dances in my feet.

You can write nothing of value unless you give yourself wholly to the the theme — and when you so give yourself — you lose appetite ans sleep — it cannot be helped —

I don’t think I would be a writer if I had stayed in Chile. I would be trapped in the chores, in the family, in the person that people expected me to be.

If I were stranded on a desert island, and could have only one person and three things with me, I’d want Nietzsche, a pen, paper, and a stick-on mustache.

Setelah menjadi seorang penulis, saya lebih giat lagi belajar menulis.

Love is wind for the soul

Sometimes I’ll read a book and feel it was written just for me. Then I’ll flip the book over to look at the cover to see who wrote it, only to discover that it feels...

You can be a writer who doesn’t read everyday. But you’re not fooling anyone. It shows, rather embarrassingly, in your work.

When one writer tries to silence another, he silences every writer-and in the end he also silences himself.

I wrote you a love letter. I used invisible ink to show I was being transparent with my feelings. And also to hide my feelings.

You’re writing someone’s ‘future’ favorite book.

So I really began as a failed poet – although when I first wanted to be a writer, I learned to write prose by reading poetry.

A city full of eight million people. It was all rather lonely sometimes.

I’ve been writing stories since I was 12. ‘Writer’s Digest’ was one of my writing teachers, actually.

How to Write with Style”. Essay, 1985)

I think being an actor makes me a better writer and vice versa. I know the kinds of roles I would kill to play, and I try to create them for others.

A true critic ought to dwell upon excellencies rather than imperfections, to discover the concealed beauties of a writer, and communicate to the world such things as are worth their observation.

I like to skip prewriting. I love just jumping into the actual writing process. Then I revise/edit and fix what I need to. Then the following steps; proofread and publish. Of course before you just...

Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it’s the chaos which helps us find where we belong.