“For a poet, it will be terrible if there are no women. He will not have anything to write about.”
“We’re all photojournalists now. It’s no longer enough just to write.”
“Speak blessings, and write wishes. ~T.F. Hodge”
“If I make you read, then I ll keep quiet. If I make you think, then I ll keep reading. If I make you smile, then I ll keep writing.”
“Her works are said to be too far from reality to be considered real literature. “Why doesn’t she write about life?” the people of Rabbit Back ask.”
“A veces tengo la impresión de que escribo por simple curiosidad intensa. Es que, al escribir, me entrego a las sorpresas más inesperadas. Es a la hora de escribir que muchas veces me vuelvo consciente de cosas, de las cuales, siendo inconsciente, antes no sabía que sabía.”
“when people stopped having enough money to make long distance calls, or the energy and time to write, they disappeared [ The Basement,” The Awl, Feb 5, 2015].”
“Always write to change society for the better. You will go, but it will live forever as a treasure.”
“When he got a story urge, there was nothing to do but grab a pen and write. Otherwise it was too much like getting a hard-on and not jerking off.”
“I enjoyed writing. Perhaps it was because I hardly heard the sound of my own voice. My written words were my voice, speaking, singing, ... I was there on the page”
“Write something worth reading and your voice will be heard.”
“Discover everything about your characters that you can before you write your story. If you get stuck at any point, they will write your dialog for you.”
“If you re frightened of the countless number of books in the library, you ll never write anything, until you close your eyes and hold the pen.”
“I write as if I’ve lived a lot of things I haven’t lived.”
“He would like to be capable of writing as he thinks, quickly, without effort, the word as agile and dynamic as athletes in a race, jumping over hurdles, one after the other, go, go, go, flying towards the finishing post, faster than the disgust limping behind him.”
“The Genie declared that in his time and place there were scientists of the passions who maintained that language itself, on the one hand, originated in infantile pregenital erotic exuberance, polymorphously perverse, and that conscious attention, on the other, was a libidinal hypercathexis -- by which magic phrases they seemed to mean that writing and reading, or telling and listening, were literally ways of making love.”
“Have while you write!”