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If a book is not alive in the writer's mind, it is as dead as year-old horse-shit ↗

— Stephen King

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The biographies of the great men see their excesses as signs of their greatness. But Jean Rhys, in her biography, is read as borderline; Anaïs Nin is borderline; Djuna is borderline; etc. etc. Borderline personality disorder being an overwhelmingly gendered diagnosis. I write in Heroines: “The charges of borderline personality disorder are the same charges against girls writing literature, I realize—too emotional, too impulsive, no boundaries. ↗

— Kate Zambreno

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The very persons who have taken away my time and space are those who have given me something to say. ↗

— Katherine Paterson

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You connect yourself to the viewer by by sharing something that is inside of you that connects with something inside of him. All you have as your guide is that you know what moves you. ↗

— Steven Brust

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I write romance and passion to savour love twice, in the moment and in retrospect. ↗

— Angeline M. Bishop

#novels #passion #reflection #romance #writers

I've always said "Writer's Block" is a myth. There is no such thing as writer's block, only writers trying to force something that isn't ready yet. Sometimes I don't write for weeks. And then all of the sudden I'll get a rush of inspiration and you can't drag me away from my notebook. But I don't stress out if I don't hit some arbitrary word count each day or if I go a few days without writing something. ↗

— Julie Ann Dawson

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As repressed sadists are supposed to become policemen or butchers, so those with an irrational fear of life become publishers. ↗

— Cyril Connolly

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Professional writers write to fit ↗

— Pamela Glass Kelly

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Fate had dedicated that love’s path would not run smoothly. Katie kept a secret from her husband and can they survive this? She had a lump in her breast. She was terrified it was cancer; her mum had died of it. A month later she got so sick she collapsed and had to be hospitalized. Tests revealed she had inoperable cancer. Surgery was no use nor was chemotherapy or radiography ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#honey-trap #irish-writer #love

Katie appeared as a ghost and cradled him in her arms and carried him, a frail dying version of her old husband, to heaven. The radio which was powered off suddenly comes on and played their song Follow Me. Nobody could see her only Ronan and he smiled and says “I knew you would come back for me love ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#honey-trap #irish-writer #love