#writers

Finding people who get enormous pleasure from reading books is a more and more unusual experience, and so writers just so much want to be heard. ↗

— Susie Bright

#enormous #experience #finding #get #heard

Anybody can direct, but there are only eleven good writers. ↗

— Mel Brooks

#direct #eleven #good #only #writers

The great writers of aphorisms read as if they had all known each other well. ↗

— Elias Canetti

#great #had #known #other #read

There is a deeper, more profound reason for this craving for acceptance and glory. Put simply, it's because all writers are fat and/or ugly. And generally socially inept. Me being the notable exception, of course. Writers want to be special, because they're so not. They're losers, overgrown kids who've never escaped from being misfits and who have run away into their own imaginations in an attempt to find self-esteem. Why do you think they all star in their own books? Self included. ↗

— Chancery Stone

#danny #writers #writing #imagination

There was, in my view, an unwritten contract with the reader that the writer must honour. No single element of an imagined world or any of its characters should be allowed to dissolve on an authorial whim. The invented had to be as solid and as self-consistent as the actual. This was a contract founded on mutual trust. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#books #writers #imagination

Maybe this is why we read, and why in moments of darkness we return to books: to find words for what we already know. ↗

— Alberto Manguel

#readers #readers-and-writers #reading #reading-books #reasons-for-reading

In his earliest youth, he had drawn inspiration from really bad authors, as you may have seen from his style; as he grew older, he lost his taste for them, but the excellent authors just didn’t fill him with the same enthusiasm ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#writing #inspirational

Novelty. Security. Novelty wouldn't be a bad title. It had the grandness of abstraction, alerting the reader that large and thoughtful things were to be bodied forth. As yet he had no inkling of any incidents or characters that might occupy his theme; perhaps he never would. He could see though the book itself, he could feel its closed heft and see it opened, white pages comfortably large and shadowed gray by print; dense, numbered, full of meat. He sensed a narrative voice, speaking calmly and precisely, with immense assurance building, building; a voice too far off for him to hear, but speaking. ("Novelty") ↗

— John Crowley

#writers #writing #inspirational

Flora was in that state where the spirit may be willing but the flesh is weak and wishes to go on holiday - and where the flesh in most cases wins hands down with a packed suitcase. It did so now. So she did what many a researcher both great and insignificant does when they are stuck. She yawned while contemplating how to catch the Muse by surprising Her. Almost invariably, the Muse has seen it all before - and also yawns. ↗

— Mavis Cheek

#inspiration #muse #writers-on-writing #inspirational

Writers are creatures of habit, as are humans, but writers aren’t necessarily human, are they? ↗

— Alyssa Hubbard

#writer #writers-life #inspirational