#writing

Yet entertainment--as I define it, pleasure and all--remains the only sure means we have of bridging, or at least of feeling as if we have bridged, the gulf of consciousness that separates each of us from everybody else. The best response to those who would cheapen and exploit it is not to disparage or repudiate but to reclaim entertainment as a job fit for artists and for audiences, a two-way exchange of attention, experience, and the universal hunger for connection. ↗

— Michael Chabon

#entertainment #writing #art

I gradually realized that I was seeing another example of creative ebb, another step by another art on the road that may indeed end in extinction. ↗

— Stephen King

#extinction #writer-s-block #writing #writing-process #art

He pinned me in place with a direct look, his dark brown eyes smoldering. “You’re Mary Jane,” he said finally. “And you have all these Flash Thompsons and Harry Osborns hovering around you, trying to make a move. Because...you’re basically amazing. ↗

— J.M. Richards

#comic-books #geek-girl #geek-love #hero #heroines

It’s so peaceful. I could go to sleep in here.” His eyes flickered to me once more, and for a dizzying second I wasn’t thinking about sleep or storms but about pressing my lips to his. I gave my head a slight shake and tried to slow my pulse ↗

— J.M. Richards

#angst #angsty-love #best-author #chilvery #favorite-books

I wouldn’t joke if you weren’t always patching me up,” Davin retorted. He looked at Chad again. “You must have noticed, right? It’s kind of cute, actually.” Though my heart fluttered, I tried to shoot him a warning glare. He ignored me. “I like to call her Doctor Fisher. ↗

— J.M. Richards

#anna #anna-and-davin #chad-s-a-jerk #davin #doctor-fisher

I fix the cramped, lined pages with my curious stare. How do you come to exist? ↗

— Kiera Woodhull

#imagination #insomnia #writer #writing #dreams

Literature was not born the day when a boy crying "wolf, wolf" came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big gray wolf at his heels; literature was born on the day when a boy came crying "wolf, wolf" and there was no wolf behind him. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#running

I want to do something splendid… Something heroic or wonderful that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead… I think I shall write books. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#wonder

Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#nothing

Writing is a concentrated form of thinking...a young writer sees that with words he can place himself more clearly into the world. Words on a page, that's all it takes to help him separate himself from the forces around him, streets and people and pressures and feelings. He learns to think about these things, to ride his own sentences into new perceptions. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#perception