The writer’s job is not to judge, but to seek to understand.
Ernest HemingwayTags: writing
Every phrase had to be captured on paper or it wasn't real, it slipped away. I'd see the words hanging in midair--Camille, pass the milk-- and anxiety coiled up in me as they began to fade, like jet exhaust. Writing them down, though, I had them. No worries that they'd become extinct. I was a lingual conservationist. I was the class freak, a tight, nervous eighth-grader frenziedly copying down phrases ("Mr. Feeney is totally gay," "Jamie Dobson is ugly," "They never have chocolate milk") with a keenness bordering on the religious.
Gillian FlynnTags: writing dialogue invisible-things
I provoke thought, because that is what needs provoking. Humanity seems to hate thinking more than any other activity, and yet that is the activity most needed. I do what I can to force thought along, and I am hated and worse—ignored—for it. That's ultimately acceptable to me, because the work needs to be performed; I can perform it; and I wish to perform it. Let others appreciate it or not as they may; it pleases me to do what I do, so I do it.
Robert PeateTags: truth writing provocation
Why use long words when short ones will do? Not all readers have been to college or university.
Ken ScottTags: education writing simplicity long-words
If the reader needs a dictionary to read your book then the dictionary may turn out to be a more interesting read.
Ken ScottTags: education writing dictionary
Finishing a book has massive implications for the writer, an empty head and an empty bank account springs to mind.
Ken ScottTags: money writing financial-hardship
It's impossible to be a good writer if you haven't lived badly.
Ken ScottTags: writing life-lessons life-and-living-life-lessons
Sometimes we don't need words. Rather, it's words that need us.
Haruki MurakamiTags: life words writing where-i-m-most-likely-to-find-it
They preferred writing about great men to writing about great hills; but they sat on the great hills to write it. They gave out much less about Nature, but they drank in, perhaps, much more. They painted the white robes of their holy virgins with the blinding snow, at which they had stared all day. They blazoned the shields of their paladins with the purple and gold of many heraldic sunsets. The greenness of a thousand green leaves clustered into the live green figure of Robin Hood. The blueness of a score of forgotten skies became the blue robes of the Virgin. The inspiration went in like sunbeams and came out like Apollo.
G.K. ChestertonTags: writing history nature-writing
then sit down and write
or stand up and
write
but write
no matter what
the other people are
doing,
no matter what
they will do to
you.
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