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I decided that if I was never going to sell anything as long as I lived, I might as well do what I want to do 'cause then at least I would've done what I wanted to do in life. What's that worth? ↗

— Janet Fitch

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Being blind is the worst possible thing and asking me to read and write no more is torture. ↗

— Jessica E. Larsen

#reading-books #writing-books #writing-life #life

Just start at the beginning, you say? And what beginning might that be? I've come to the conclusion all starts are false ones. Tap the fragile shell of any beginning and you'll find another nested inside. ↗

— Christina Sunley

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Sound gives life to our words just as well as the images they conjure up and the sound is there, whether or not we read them aloud. ↗

— A.A. Patawaran

#sounds #writing #life

Writing is a lot like life, the more you learn the more you realize that you don’t have a clue ↗

— Carl Henegan

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For some reason, when people meet me and find out I'm a writer they always ask if I write children's books. Um... please don't let your kids read my books. Well, unless your kids are in their 30s or something...then yeah, they're old enough. LOL ↗

— Michelle M. Pillow

#author #genre-fiction #reading #romance #writer

[when]asked, “What should I do if I want to become a writer?” “Well,” Doris said, with that steely twinkle in her dark eyes, “My best advice for you, honey, is to stop if you possibly can! And if you just can’t, then get ready to work like hell. Hang onto your day job. And remember, you may not make a living, but you’ll make a wonderful life. ↗

— Doris Betts

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In theory one is aware that the earth revolves, but in practice one does not perceive it, the ground upon which one treads seems not to move, and one can live undisturbed. So it is with Time in one’s life. And to make its flight perceptible novelists are obliged, by wildly accelerating the beat of the pendulum, to transport the reader in a couple of minutes over ten, or twenty, or even thirty years. At the top of one page we have left a lover full of hope; at the foot of the next we meet him again, a bowed old man of eighty, painfully dragging himself on his daily walk about the courtyard of an almshouse, scarcely replying to what is said to him, oblivious of the past. ↗

— Marcel Proust

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Last night your thin walls invited me to the party next door / reminded me I am a quiet person in a quiet life. ↗

— Drew Myron

#poem #poetry #quiet #quiet-life #quiet-mind

Two things consistently bring me pleasure: hot sweet tea and writing. Which is not to say that either are particularly good for me…I use entirely too much sugar and so far don’t find sucralose to be a good alternative. Also, writing is not a practice that engenders confidence. Quite the opposite. It’s about making yourself deliberately insecure so that you can write the next thing and have it be worth reading. And that’s not even taking into consideration the business end of things, which can make you bitter if you’re not careful… But I’ve spent my the bulk of my life to date figuring out the right mix of fat and sugar in my tea and also, how to get incrementally better (I hope…) at the writing, so I’m not giving it/them up! ↗

— Ariel Gordon

#tea #writing-life #business