Writer does nothing,But think deeply.

Writers begin with a grain of sand, and then create a beach.

How do I get inspired? Life.

Writers should cut as close to the vein as possible. The readers don’t want to be covered in your warm sticky blood, but they want to come as close to it as possible.

It’s remarkable that a device, which fits in your pocket, can hold thousands of books. But a room full of books is an entirely different kind of remarkable.

Writers start with a grain of sand, and then create a beach.

Writers are in many ways like demi-gods. With one stroke of a pen they can give life to a character, or strike them from existence, with nary a twinge of grief at their passing.

The most exciting part of writing a novel is when the characters take control of the story

Please then, can we stop this obsession with the tiny minority of writers who have made a fortune from their work, and/or those who look hot in their author pics. Please can we also stop...

You are lucky to be one of those people who wishes to build sand castles with words, who is willing to create a place where your imagination can wander. We build this place with the...

It’s a great day to write a best-seller.

I learned to write by reading the kind of books I wished I’d written.

Writers write while dreamers procastinate.

An obsessed reader figured that ‘Armistead Maupin’ was an anagram for ‘is a man I dreamt up’.

Yeah, I know what your English Professor tried to tell you. But if your English Professor could make a living writing fiction, they would have been doing it.

How become a writer? Naturally.

Walking the Camino de Santiago taught me the wonders of physical challenge, the wonders of spiritual freedom, and the wonders of baby powder.

A writing day is like any other day. Except I live in my pajamas, I forget to eat, and I suddenly look up, wondering when day turned into night.

After all everybody, that is, everybody who writes is interested in living inside themselves in order to tell what is inside themselves. That is why writers have to have two countries, the one where they...

My favourite piece of information is that Branwell Brontë, brother of Emily and Charlotte, died standing up leaning against a mantle piece, in order to prove it could be done.This is not quite true, in...

Think of a ballet dancer at the barre. Plie, eleve, battement tendu. She is practicing, because she knows that there is no difference between practice and art. The practice is the art.

Because the chief commodity a writer has to sell is his courage. And if he has none, he is more than a coward. He is a sellout and a fink and a heretic, because writing...

…she said all writers were prima donnas, drunks, social misfits, pompous, or depressed. Brilliant, maybe, but completely crazy.

I before E except after C. Weird?By rebelling against the rules the word itself denotes its very meaning: of strange or extraordinary character, odd, fantastic.I think all writers are weird.

In his earliest youth, he had drawn inspiration from really bad authors, as you may have seen from his style; as he grew older, he lost his taste for them, but the excellent authors just...

Skill alone cannot teach or produce a great short story, which condenses the obsession of the creature; it is a hallucinatory presence manifest from the first sentence to fascinate the reader, to make him lose...

What we [writers] do might be done in solitude and with great desperation, but it tends to produce exactly the opposite. It tends to produce community and in many people hope and joy.

Nostalgia!” Miss Frost cried. “You´re nostalgic!” She repeated. “Just how old are you, William?” She asked.”Seventeen, ” I told her.”Seventeen!” Miss Frost cried, as if she’d been stabbed. “Well, William Abbott, if you’re nostalgic at...

One of the things I have come up against time and again in my career is the notion that because a book is easy to read it was somehow easy to write.

Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river.

Writers need faith, or else we can never trust the action of our words!

I have always thought that writers come with any variety of attributes. Some are capable and some aren’t.

Q: I want to be an author when I grow up. Am I insane?”Neil Gaiman: “Yes. Growing up is highly overrated. Just be an author.”[Jumbo.com, 21 August 2012]

I like to believe we’re always looking to evolve as writers.

…it’s not the medium that’s the message – it’s consciousness – the wonder of being able to wonder …

Beginning hook readers. Endings create fans.

When the vision fill yours mind and passio hits your gut, the need to write it down cannot be stifled.

To most, being locked away in solitary with nothing but pen and paper would prove a hard punishment. What a strange creature who views this as heaven.

Tattoos are a permanent commitment of passion

That’s why I’ve just gone on … collecting this particular kind of stuff – what you might call riff-raff. There’s not a book here, Lawford, that hasn’t at least a glimmer of the real thing...

All we can do is write, but its up to the reader to decide if we wrote masterpieces or empty silliness, and there is nothing you can do till another reader says different.

Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.

If you have a story inside you but don’t know where to start, look within and write from the heart, for the heart will never steer you wrong.

Very well then! I’ll write, write write. He let the words soak into his mind and displace all else.A man had a choice, after all. He devoted his life to his work or to his...

A writer, I think, is someone who pays attention to the world.”[Speech upon being awarded the Friedenspreis des Deutschen Buchhandels (Peace Prize of the German Book Trade), Frankfurt Book Fair, October 12, 2003]

I don’t know why anyone would be scared of a homeless person. The truly scary people are all the murder mystery writers. They spend all day thinking of the perfect plot on how to kill...

The self-addressed stamped envelope. The representation of everything that was wrong with the old publishing industry.

The thing I want to write most is the next thing I write.

My fingers burn behind the keys of my typewriter, the lettering fading with every thoughtful strike. The many words I write I dare not stall; my mind perpetually alert for my magnum opus call.

One man is as good as another until he has written a book.