| Author |
Quotes |
| Albert Camus | All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner or in a restaurant's revolving door. |
| Anais Nin | If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it. |
| Christopher Lehmann | Rice Krispies happens to be one of my favorite junk foods, just as I regard Michener as superior among junk writers. |
| Christopher Lehmann | We breathe, we think, we conceive of our lives as narratives. |
| Daphne Du Maurier | All autobiography is self-indulgent. |
| E B White | Thurber did not write the way a surgeon operates, he wrote the way a child skips rope, the way a mouse waltzes. |
| Francois Voltaire | 'That is indisputable,' was the answer, 'but in this country it is a good thing to kill an admiral from time to time to encourage the others.' |
| Groucho Marx | From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it. |
| Italo Calvino | A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say. |
| John Gregory Dunne | Writing is manual labor of the mind: a job, like laying pipe. |
| John LeCarre | Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie. |
| Maria Lenhart | The fact that writers will go through so much to remain writers says something, perhaps everything. It would be far easier to become a real estate agent. |
| Mickey Spillane | If you're a singer you lose your voice. A baseball player loses his arm. A writer gets more knowledge, and if he's good, the older he gets, the better he writes. |
| Moses Hadas | Thank you for sending me a copy of your book - I'll waste no time reading it. |
| Sandra Cisneros | I always tell people that I became a writer not because I went to school but because my mother took me to the library. I wanted to become a writer so I could see my name in the card catalog. |
| Virgil | Do not trust the horse, Trojans! Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks, even though they bring gifts. |
| Virgil | Oh you who are born of the blood of the gods, Trojan son of Anchises, easy is the descent to hell; the door of dark Dis stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps and come out to the air above, that is work, that is labor! |
| William Blake | This life's dim windows of the soul. Distorts the heavens from pole to pole. And leads you to believe a lie when you see with, not through, the eye. |
| William Wordsworth | Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. |
| Henry David Thoreau | If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. |
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