If you happen to pass by 84 Charing Cross Road, kiss it for me? I owe it so much.

At the most basic level, I appreciate writers who have something to say.

And people turn to internet with the hope that in this virtual world, where real identity need not be disclosed, they will find someone before whom they could be their true self,without any pretensions and...

I know that no reader ever asks a question. A writer must force his favors upon his readers.

No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But...

Some writers take to drink, others take to audiences.

Poetry creates the myth, the prose writer draws its portrait.

A lot of writers, probably because they’re sensitive, which makes them want to be writers, have fears about their masculinity, so they overcompensate by having an interest in boxing and tough-guy things.

It’s not given even to the greatest writers to tell someone else’s story.

It must take a lot of self-discipline,’ she said.’Oh, I don’t know. I don’t have much.’ He felt himself about to say again, and unable to resist saying, that ‘Dumas, I think it was Dumas,...

A writer leads a hyphenated-life with words

I understand that postmodern literature probably means people like DeLillo, The Fiction Collective, but I don’t get it that those writers are really influenced by postmodern theorists.

99% of natural poets discovered their talents through love letters.

Writers often have the cleanest windows, floors, fridges and toilets, the most up-to-date filing system or the best record for returning calls or e-mails because, in the moment, just about any task seems more palatable...

Have tea, might write,” Laura returned.

I am the penny whistle of American literature.

Replace your old books with the book you’ve always wanted to write.

Are artists and writers the only people entitled to lives of their own?

When you consider all the writers who never even had a machine. Who would have given an eyeball for a good typewriter. Any typewriter. All the ones who wrote on a matchbook covers. Paper bags....

One of the things everybody seems to want to ask writers is, “Where do you get your ideas?” When people ask me this, my usual response is, “Ideas are the easy part. The hard part...

I have done, this year, what I said I would: overcome my fear of facing a blank page day after day, acknowledging myself, in my deepest emotions, a writer, come what may.

Writers don’t just create pages in a novel, but depth to worlds that become a safe haven for those who wish to escape the reality of their own.

I believe that all novels, … deal with character, and that it is to express character – not to preach doctrines, sing songs, or celebrate the glories of the British Empire, that the form of...

It’s not uncommon to have chaotic writers’ rooms.

Most writing doesn’t take place on the page; it takes place in your head.

Lolita is famous, not I. I am an obscure, doubly obscure, novelist with an unpronounceable name.

…writing surrounds us: it’s not something we do just in school or on the job but something that is as familiar and everyday as a pair of worn sneakers or the air we breathe.

My mom didn’t even know about it.

We make a home for ourselves, every time we work on something: actors, writers, singers, building these little nests in our gypsy souls, in place of the ones we so seldom seem to make in...

Conflict. Conflict. Where art thou conflict?

I was lost in a magical mystic world as I step into the old university library. This place I would say is the birth place of the ‘writer’ in me and still one of my...

Seventies macho was both a look – moustache, jeans, leather jacket – and an attitude – cool, heartless, virile – that were reactions against the old-style homosexuality of too much art and too much emotion.

Writers are born, not made. We can hone the craft. We need to try to encourage someone and make a dialogue, suggesting ways to do something differently or how to improve.

Writers should be read but not seen. Rarely are they a winsome sight.

I couldn’t admit to any of the boys I hung out with that I wanted to fuck ’em, so my erotic life was in my imagination and in the body.

Falling in love with a writer is a dangerous thing, isn’t it? The only thing you get out of it sometimes is immortality.

From my close observation of writers… they fall into two groups: 1) those who bleed copiously and visibly at any bad review, and 2) those who bleed copiously and secretly at any bad review.

There was, in my view, an unwritten contract with the reader that the writer must honour. No single element of an imagined world or any of its characters should be allowed to dissolve on an...

The adversary humbly cloaked in its fine smile ‘eyes devoid of kindness, speaking gentle its knife secretly hidden.

A good writer possesses not only his own spirit but also the spirit of his friends.

..the writer’s obsession – the desire to know and communicate, or, rather, to know everything so as to communicate with the greatest degree of precision.

Perhaps as writers, we too should embrace the concept of wabi-sabi:

Hope is a most beautiful drug.

To translate a poem from thinking into English takes all night.

All writers are different, each have their own artist way they go about telling a story. The only thing they have in common, is they write.

In my imagination, the Editor meditated in a mountain-cave, espoused the rules of grammar, and frowned upon speculative fiction.

The writer can grow as a person or he can shrink. … His curiosity, his reaction to life must not diminish. The fatal thing is to shrink, to be interested in less, sympathetic to less,...

Why does the writer write? The writer writes to serve — hopelessly he writes in the hope that he might serve — not himself and not others, but that great cold elemental grace which knows...

To all you writers, artists, musicians, creative types who want to give up: It’s okay to walk away for a bit. Get your second wind. But your writing, art, music will be there, lurking over...

And now we who are writing women and strange monstersStill search our hearts to find the difficult answers,Still hope that we may learn to lay our handsMore gently and more subtly on the burning sands.