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I love working with my hands. My writing is rough, my paper bruised with ink stains. ↗

— Bauvard

#humor #writing #funny

Songwriting is a bitch. And then it has puppies ↗

— Steven Tyler

#humor #music #songwriting #humor

Clichés can be quite fun. That's how they got to be clichés. ↗

— Alan Bennett

#humor #wisdom #writing #humor

...there was practically one handwriting common to the whole school when it came to writing lines. It resembled the movements of a fly that had fallen into an ink-pot, and subsequently taken a little brisk exercise on a sheet of foolscap by way of restoring the circulation. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#humor #ink #writing #humor

Your function as a critic is to show that it is really you yourself who should have written the book, if you had had the time, and since you hadn't you are glad that someone else had, although obviously it might have been done better. ↗

— Stephen Potter

#criticism #humor #writing #humor

I think of rounds of editing as hammer time. Then, when they interrupt my writing, I can say... *shakes head* Nah, I just can't do it. Although when I come across a brilliant line, I do think, Can't touch this. And when I'm worried I'm overwriting a scene, I think, Hammer, don't hurt 'em. ↗

— Brent Weeks

#writing #humor

You know, they ask me if I were on a desert island and I knew nobody would ever see what I wrote, would I go on writing. My answer is most emphatically yes. I would go on writing for company. Because I'm creating an imaginary — it's always imaginary — world in which I would like to live. (Interview, The Paris Review) ↗

— William S. Burroughs

#imagination #writing #imagination

At times I felt that the universe fabricated from the power of imagination had stronger and more lasting contours than the blurred realm of the flesh-and-blood creatures around me. ↗

— Isabel Allende

#writing #imagination

Formerly I believed books were made like this: a poet came, lightly opened his lips, and the inspired fool burst into song – if you please! But it seems, before they can launch a song, poets must tramp for days with callused feet, and the sluggish fish of the imagination flounders softly in the slush of the heart. And while, with twittering rhymes, they boil a broth of loves and nightingales, the tongueless street merely writhes for lack of something to shout or say ↗

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

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I'm not a writer. Ernest Hemingway was a writer. I just have a vivid imagination and type 90 WPM. ↗

— Tiffany Madison

#writing #writing-craft #writing-philosophy #writing-process #imagination