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

I just want my stories to be mine.

Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer.

Happy the writer who, passing by characters that are boring, disgusting, shocking in their mournful reality, approaches characters that manifest the lofty dignity of man, who from the great pool of daily whirling images has...

Next to motherhood, I personally believe that being an author is the best job in the world.

If someone wanted to be a runner, you don’t tell them to think about running, you tell them to run. And the same simple idea applies to writing, I hope.

A mistake is the name we give to any action in which we perceive a difference between what we intended and what has occurred. Intention fuels every dramatic action, including the writing of dramatic stories,...

Theoretically there’s no reason one should get [writer’s block], if one understands that writing, after all, is only writing, neither something one ought to feel deeply guilty about nor something one ought to be inordinately...

The greatest compliments I’ve ever received were complaints from readers that I made them stay up all night reading.

A Piece of writing has to seduce the reader, it has to suspend disbelief and earn the reader’s trust

Let life be the foundation. Be brave. Wander deep inside yourself to the little room no one knows about. Fling the door wide open and write.

I write not for the sake of glory. Not for the sake of fame. Not of the sake of success. But for the sake of my soul.

I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor, so writing is the only recourse left for me.

History that is presented only as ink-embalmed data is as a flower pressed in a book. Although the dry petals still hold all the elements of the original flower, they cannot show us how it...

A writer’s brain is full of little gifts, like a piñata at a birthday party. It’s also full of demons, like a piñata at a birthday party in a mental hospital. The truth is, it’s...

When we sit down to write, we psychically enter a sanctuary. This safe haven is our own personal space where we can say whatever is on our mind, where we can talk about what matters...

We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.

Le livre est un morceau de silence dans les mains du lecteur. Celui qui écrit se tait. Celui qui lit ne rompt pas le silence.

The trouble with writing fiction is that it has to make sense, whereas real life doesn’t.

Poems are never finished – just abandoned

Mediante la fotografía y la palabra escrita intento desesperadamente vencer la condición fugaz de mi existencia, atrapar los momentos antes de que se desvanezcan, despejar la confusión de mi pasado.

When you write by hand, you don’t have the excessive freedom of a computer. When I write down something, I have to be serious about it. I have to ask myself, “Is this necessary at...

The bricoleur, says Levi-Strauss, is someone who uses ‘the means at hand,’ that is, the instruments he finds at his disposition around him, those which are already there, which had not been especially conceived with...

How crazy it would be if the moon did spin and the earth stood still and the sun went dim!How absolutely ludicrous if snakes could walk and kids could fly and mimes did talk!How silly...

In keeping with my family’s affection for doomed product lines and hexed formats, we purchased a Betamax. The year before, we’d bought a TRS-80 instead of an Apple II, and in due course we’d unbox...

There are things known—things experienced, felt, and understood—that words hold no power to convey. Attempting to do so only dilutes their substance and does them injustice.

Always remember that writing is an alliance between author and reader. With every line we put down on the page, we need to leave room for the reader’s imagination and intellect.

i write, because not breathing is not an option.

A funny little literary article in the hand is worth at least three Critiques of Pure Reason in the bush.

Writers Are Insane. For months we are lone wolves locked in our caves. Then overnight we become publicity hounds. It’s a schizophrenic business.

I’m sorry to hear you’re jobless.” I need to network with people who encounter letters on a daily basis in math equations, not romantic poetry.

This imaginary gift is a journey for your imagination.I send you…A luxury train ride. On this train are all the inspiring people you’ve ever wanted to meet or talk to. You glide from car to...

Words and a book and a belief that the world is words…

You can’t edit a blank page

String several words together in a sentence and you have a language necklace. My I love you would look great with your favorite red dress.

Rich will be my life if I can keep my memories full and brimming, and record them on clear-eyed mornings while I set joyously to work setting pen to holy craft.

When I write, it’s everything that we don’t know we can be that is written out of me, without exclusions, without stipulation, and everything we will be calls us to the unflagging, intoxicating, unappeasable search...

To write a book is to risk being shot at in public.

It’s my contention that each book creates its own structure and its own length. I’ve written three or four slim books. It may be that the next novel is a big one, but I don’t...

All the friends in the world are in the fountain of a pen.

The only real job of a teacher, especially a writing teacher, is to help students find themselves.

It is the kernel of truth in every story that makes its writing beautiful beyond standards.

Somebody once asked me where I come up with my stuff. I replied, “Who knows? Where does yellow snow come from? It’s just a gift from God I guess.

What I had to face, the very bitter lesson that everyone who wants to write has got to learn, was that a thing may in itself be the finest piece of writing one has ever...

A butler supplies food to nourish your body, but a writer nourishes your mind through writing.

This, above all, ask yourself in the stillest hour of the night: must I write? Delve deep into yourself. And if this should be affirmative, if you may meet this question witha strong and simple...

When I write after dark the shades of evening scatter their purple through my prose.

My characters will happily march off a cliff if it is in them to do so, but may the gods help me if I write that the character is an alcoholic when they are not....

My heart’s scripture tastes foreign in the mouths of cowards and on the tongues of those who have never breathed inthe moon and breathed out the world.

Its weird how i dream things that are worth writing.Its like God is writing them into my mind while i am sleeping and the moment i woke up i know i have to write what...