“The king s paramour wore a similar band on his head, though the gemstones were absent from this crown. He didn t seem to mind, his smile fiercely bright while his fingers intertwined with the king s.”
“Though they re my currency, words are often a frustratingly inadequate tool; language a hopelessly flawed instrument. Some things can never truly be articulated.”
“She wants me to ruin her And my pen makes her into poetry!”
“In mythology, the transformative acts of people who seek self-knowledge by pursuing an epic adventure always seem too activate from some sort of dying to the world. Following this origination formula, I shall enter the unground labyrinth to confront my malevolent self, and wage a battle seeking to annihilate the demonic core of my being. We can only destroy those demons that we take personal ownership of and responsibility for creating. Can I use writing as a sorcerers tool to descend into the crooked lanes of my spiritual labyrinth to confront the warlock of an egotistical self? Can I use writing as an intentional mechanism to attempt undergoing a spiritual purification?”
“Conversely, bad writers often write in order to forward a cause or enlarge other people’s understanding of a contemporary social issue. Any attempt to write fiction in order to make the world a better, fairer place is almost certain to fail.”
“Truly successful writers blend the personal and the profound to enlighten and entertain readers while simultaneously banking something for posterity. Remuneration is a wonderful afterthought.”
“Essay writing is an act of rebellion against walking through life as an empty intellectual shell and as an emotional vacuum. Essayists attempt to bridge the gap between meaningful self-exploration and raising conscious awareness of the larger world that we occupy. Essayist need to understand, they seek to broker compromises with the past, and meld truths out of broken shards of their history.”
“Some notable people turned to writing in order to examine their life, assign meaning to their experiences, and by doing so shared with other people a beautiful rendering of what it means to be human. Can I temper the blows of life by recognizing loose snippets of life as chapters in an unfurling story? Should I take into consideration that suffering births all meaningful things in life? Alternatively, is the ability to experience and communicate joy what makes human life wonderful? What connective thread ties me to the broadcloth of other people’s stories? Do other people share stitches of raveled threads of loneliness and despair? Do other people know a secret verse to living joylessly and splendidly that eludes me? Do other people share my most profound ache to love?”
“Writing requires great skill, painstaking patience, and he ability to perceive and express observations in a unique manner.”
“Why is it that we understand that playing the cello will require work but we relegate writing to the magic of inspiration?”
“Who knows how things happen when one is on a quest or writing a book? It is as if one searches and searches and then, if one can move past the ego s demands and is lucky, sometimes a space opens where books seem to fall open in one s lap and things and people appear, as if magically, to help. Some call it synchronicity or being in the flow; I find it to be a blessed, though often short-lived, state of grace for which I am deeply grateful.”
“Writing books hurts like no other kind of writing.”
“Writing a book is like injecting anabolic steroids: it if doesn t kill you, it ll make you stronger and hairier.”
“Write every sentence as if it s your last.”
“Write a story A story about yourself A story about your life Now, believe it Now write another story, same subject A better story More interesting Stronger characters. Now, believe that. Just keep writing You have plenty of time”
“Writing had become a constant partner. She had become my muse. The moments of my madness made me crave her. She was the reason that I never felt alone. She never let me feel lonely. She enticed me in my days. She allured me in my nights. She bewitched me in myriad unknown ways!”
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