๐Ÿ“– Writers Quotes

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Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
Anton Chekhov

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The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.

Vladimir Nabokov

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If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.

Haruki Murakami

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For I am a poet, and if I cannot give, I shall refuse to receive.

Khalil Gibran

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He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

James Joyce (A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man)

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If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.

Toni Morrison

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I have been enlightened. I have fallen into poetry and it has swallowed me up.

Keith Haring

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Your writing”, she said to me, “it’s so raw. It’s like a sledgehammer, and yet it has humor and tenderness….

Charles Bukowski (Women)

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Write about small, self-contained incidents that are still vivid in your memory. If you remember them, it’s because they contain a larger truth that your readers will recognize in their own lives. Think small and you’ll wind up finding the big themes in your family saga.

William Knowlton Zinsser

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Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.

Marriane Moore

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Let me walk through the fields of paper
touching with my wand
dry stems and stunted
butterflies….

Denise Levertov (A Walk through the Notebooks)

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I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of the hunger for life that gnaws in us all.

Richard Wright (Black Boy)

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…the secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They donโ€™t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They donโ€™t surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your loverโ€™s skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you donโ€™t. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you wonโ€™t. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesnโ€™t. And yet you want to know again. That is their mystery and their magic.
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Arundhati Roy (The God of Small Things)

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Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain. It was that day that I knew I wanted to tell the story of my family. Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.
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Alice Sebold (The Lovely Bones)

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When I was a child, adults would tell me not to make things up, warning me of what would happen if I did. As far as I can tell so far, it seems to involve lots of foreign travel and not having to get up too early in the morning.
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Neil Gaiman (Smoke and Mirrors )

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