You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.
WritingMadeleine L'EnglePoetry is the art which is technically within the grasp of everyone: a piece of paper and a pencil and one is ready.
Poesie, WritingEugenio MontaleI loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.
Words, WritingAnne RiceThe writer, when he is also an artist, is someone who admits what others don't dare reveal.
WritingElia KazanReaders embrace all kinds of characters as long as they are written with emotional truth.
WritingDavid LevithanLife can't defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death.
WritingEdna FerberMy love songs are very personal and quite weird. They don't really have the big radio hit choruses because basically they're my therapy, stuff I have to get off my chest.
Music, WritingEd SheeranIn all my life, I have never been free. I have never been able to do anything with freedom, except in the field of my writing.
WritingLangston HughesIf the reader cares, I don't think it matters so much whether your hero is in fact an anti-hero.
WritingBarry EislerLyrics are coming to you all the time. I get inspiration in the middle of the night.
WritingRod StewartRapping to prove nothing, just writing to say something
Cause I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t rushing to saying nothing
This doesn’t mean I lost my dream
It’s just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean
Doubts startin' to creep in, every day it's just so gray and black
Hope, I just need a ray of that
‘Cause no one sees my vision when I play it for ‘em
They just say it's wack, but they don’t know what dope is
And I don’t know if I was awake or asleep when I wrote this
Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.
Writing, Literature, RealityGabriel Garcia MarquezIt is a part of the poet's work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees.
Writing, PoetsEdith Sitwell