Maybe Laura’s real problem came in admitting this: there was nothing new under the sun. To write a story would be, somehow deep down, to embrace her limits, to admit that, indeed, she would someday die—if not of a worm or a ceiling, then of something else. The very nature of a story admitted this reality. To be a writer was to say, yes, I am just another Murasaki, and it is quite possible that no one will remember my name.
L.L. BarkatStichwörter: writing writers writer murasaki tale-of-genji
...when you're a writer, you become deeper and more uniquely distinct, the more you go inside yourself...
John GeddesStichwörter: introspection writer writing-process distinct
You have to invest yourself as a reader to be a good writer.
Saru SinghalStichwörter: writer
WRITER'S NIGHTMARE"
"I felt a grip on my arm that shook my body, forcefully pulling me toward a tunnel of darkness. The threat of consciousness stole my steady breath. For a moment I believed myself to be under siege; ripped from the sky in mid flight, my wings useless against the monstrous claws shredding my reality. I struggled to remain, to be left alone, aloft. Reaching with wings that through the power of imagination were suddenly feathered arms, I grabbed at the air. My hands clutched at something solid. Wooden. A desk. My head spun as I held the furniture, suffering the illusion of falling.
"I was flying," I gasped, realizing suddenly that it had all been a dream. "My best fantasy ever."
Lifting my head from its resting spot on the writing desk, I worked mentally to secure the fading images, hoping to capture their essence to memory before they faded away forever. Bitterness tainted my heart against the hand that had jerked me into sensibility. Why was I always so callously awakened while doing my best work? Why not let me dream?
Stichwörter: imagination writing dreaming writer nightmare richelle richelle-goodrich writers-nightmare
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 glass, but that comes later.
Richard SikenStichwörter: future love write dreams writer glass
It isn't dying I'm afraid of, it isn't that at all; I know what it is to die, I've died already. It is the endless obliteration, the knowledge that there will never be anything else. That's what I can't stand, to try so hard and to end in nothing. You know what I mean, don't you? ... I really loved to write.
Cornell WoolrichStichwörter: writing writers death writer dying
I wasn't that good you know. What I was was a guy who could write a little, publishing in magazines surrounded by people who couldn't write at all. So I looked pretty good. But I never thought I was that good at all. All that I thought was that I tried to tell the truth.
Cornell WoolrichStichwörter: writing writer noir noir-fiction
A daydreamer is a writer just waiting for pen and paper.
Richelle E. GoodrichStichwörter: writing stories writer author daydreaming fantasies richelle richelle-goodrich
The serious writer was aware of a paradox at the heart of his art: his inner world, the place of the strongest stories, was infinite, but it was also embedded in – if this was possible! – an even more infinite universe of all things to write about. It was like seeing the Grand Canyon from outer space – a huge gorge that looked like a thin trickle, impossible to miss, hard to hit.
Marcus SpehStichwörter: humanity death writer writing-life short-story
The greatest artists express their inner self; an artist paints her rage; a writer pens his fear; a dancer expresses her sadness through movement; and a musician's loneliness echoes in his performance.
Gerard de MarignyStichwörter: art artists artist writer dancer musician writer-quotes artists-life writer-quote
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