#writing

Give me good writing, and I'll play it all day. ↗

— Jeff Daniels

#day #give #give me #good #good writing

To write a poem you must have a streak of arrogance-- not in real life I hope. In real life try to be nice. It will save you a hell of a lot of trouble and give you more time to write. ↗

— Richard Hugo

#artists #poet #poetry #poets #writer

Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink. Drink and be filled up. ↗

— Stephen King

#art

Writing is like jazz. It can be learned, but it can't be taught. ↗

— Paul Desmond

#learned #like #taught #writing

I like writing better. Because I don't have to wear makeup, I don't have to be thin, and I don't have to remember lines. ↗

— Fran Drescher

#better #i #like #lines #makeup

Writing fiction, there are no limits to what you write as long as it increases the value of the paper you are writing on. ↗

— Buddy Ebsen

#increases #limits #long #paper #value

Writing is the beast unto itself. ↗

— Omar Epps

#itself #unto #writing

There is no formula to it. Writing every song is a little journey. The first note has to lift you. ↗

— Enya

#first #formula #journey #lift #little

Suddenly the door opened and in stomped a giant reeking of the river, and before anyone knew what was happening, he had grabbed a chair, smashed it in two, and chased the terrified customers into a corner. The three youngsters pressed against the wall like periwinkles in the rain, but at the very last moment, when the man had picked up half a chair in each hand and seemed ready for the kill, he burst into song, and after conducting himself in "Gray Dove Where Have You Been?" he flung aside the halves of the chair, paid the waiter for the damage, and, turning to the still-shaking customers, said, "Gentlemen I am the hangman's assistant," whereupon he left, pensive and miserable. Perhaps he was the one who, last year at the Holesovice slaughterhouse, put a knife to my neck, shoved me into a corner, took out a slip of paper, and read me a poem celebrating the beauties of the countryside at Ricany, then apologized saying he hadn't found any other way of getting people to listen to his verse. ↗

— Bohumil Hrabal

#writing #beauty

I spent most of this afternoon writing a new introduction for my autobiography. ↗

— June Foray

#autobiography #i #introduction #most #new