I think my writing was innate. Being so painfully shy and introverted as a child, as well as an extreme thinker with a hyperactive imagination, it seems befitting. It became such a powerful passion early on in life.
Expediency of literature, reason of literature, lawfulness of writing down a thought, is questioned; much is to say on both sides, and, while the fight waxes hot, thou, dearest scholar, stick to thy foolish task, add a line every hour, and between whiles add a line.
One would think that in writing about literary men and matters there would be no difficulty in finding a title for one\'s essay, or that any embarrassment which might arise would be from excess of material. I find this, however, far from being the case.
My writing is a combination of three elements. The first is travel: not travel like a tourist, but travel as exploration. The second is reading literature on the subject. The third is reflection.
The freedom to share ones insights and judgments verbally or in writing is, just like the freedom to think, a holy and inalienable right of humanity that, as a universal human right, is above all the rights of princes.
The only thing I was fit for was to be a writer, and this notion rested solely on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and that writing didn't require any.
Fiction writing is great. You can make up almost anything..
Writing a novel is not merely going on a shopping expedition across the border to an unreal land: it is hours and years spent in the factories, the streets, the cathedrals of the imagination.
Writing novels preserves you in a state of innocence -- a lot passes you by -- simply because your attention is otherwise diverted.
Two hours of writing fiction leaves this writer completely drained. For those two hours he has been in a different place with totally different people.
Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes the pressure off the second.
People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never share, and no one dare disturb the Sound of Silence.
Writing is not like painting where you add. It is not what you put on the canvas that the reader sees. Writing is more like a sculpture where you remove, you eliminate in order to make the work visible. Even those pages you remove somehow remain.
As you get older, it`s nice to be able to relax a bit about your appearance. Writing does that for me. It comes from inside me, from my brain and from my heart, and hopefully it has much more value than anything that`s on the exterior.
It is always pleasant to learn that someone takes an interest in a work which one enjoyed writing.
Good grammar develops over time, so relax and put down the red pen. Kids need to make mistakes in writing to move toward correctness. They freeze up if they think you'll pounce on every error. You want your daughters to keep writing, since this is the best way for them to develop strong usage skills.
Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon as I done it I seen it.
Mark my words, when a society has to resort to the lavatory for its humour, the writing is on the wall.
Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie.
Writing is a solitary occupation. Family, friends, and society are the natural enemies of the writer. He must be alone, uninterrupted, and slightly savage if he is to sustain and complete an undertaking.
Imagination plays too important a role in the writing of history, and what is imagination but the projection of the author's personality.
I realised that blogging is in itself another form of creative writing.
The liberty of speaking and writing guards our other liberties.
Writing has nothing to do with communication between person and person, only with communication between different parts of a person's mind.
Originality is not seen in single words or even sentences. Originality is the sum total of a man's thinking or his writing.