"writers"タグの名言

The characters within a book were, from a certain point of view, identical on some fundamental level ‒ there weren't any images of them, no physical tangibility whatsoever. They were pictures in the reader's head, constructs of imagination and ideas, given shape by the writer's work and skill and the reader's imagination. Parents, of a sort.

There is something fascinatingly awkward about an author photo. I'm drawn to those glossy shots in the back of books, mostly because the subjects never look happy to be there.

If you can read & write then the opportunities are endless, if you just believe in yourself then anything is possible, you can become anyone and do anything, what’s more is, you can take others with you!

Thus far, the only people who can grant you immortality are not scientists, but writers. By writing you into their books, they may not only immortalize you, but also grant you superpowers.

Books can change the world. They represent a second chance for those that want to change their life and can’t.

While art thrives on the blazing colours of scandal, literature blossoms on the dark soil of tragedy.

There's no such thing as 'no market'. Some books are just niche orientated that's all.

Publication is a marathon, not a sprint. Writing the book is only the start.

Their conversation ceased abruptly with the entry of an oddly-shaped man whose body resembled a certain vegetable. He was a thickset fellow with calloused and jaundiced skin and a patch of brown hair, a frizzy upheaval. We will call him Bell Pepper. Bell Pepper sidled up beside The Drippy Man and looked at the grilled cheese in his hand. The Drippy Man, a bit uncomfortable at the heaviness of the gaze, politely apologized and asked Bell Pepper if he would like one. “Why is one of your legs fatter than the other?” asked Bell Pepper. The Drippy Man realized Bell Pepper was not looking at his sandwich but towards the inconsistency of his leg sizes. “You always get your kicks pointing out defects?” retorted The Drippy Man. “Just curious. Never seen anything like it before.” “I was raised not to feel shame and hide my legs in baggy pants.” “So you flaunt your deformity by wearing short shorts?” “Like you flaunt your pockmarks by not wearing a mask?” Bell Pepper backed away, kicking wide the screen door, making an exit to a porch over hanging a dune of sand that curved into a jagged upward jab of rock. “He is quite sensitive,” commented The Dry Advisor. “Who is he?” “A fellow who once manipulated the money in your wallet but now curses the fellow who does.

Authors. We write to pretend we're not crazy for talking to ourselves.

To plan a book — or an escape — the first thing to know is what to exclude.

Even though it may be fiction, I never want to lie about the world I know: the Black one. I wish to write truth, even in a fictionalized world derived from my imagination. It should tell an accurate narrative of who we are and who we have the potential to be.

Ah! stir well your fancy, fear not to tell me those deep heart secrets now,look the sun goes down the high hills and by the tree shades we sat,in adored pose;along side the lake we sat,kissed by the winds nigh.

He wastes his time over his writing, trying to accomplish what geniuses and rare men with college educations sometimes accomplish.

You can only write well, what you have experienced.

You can only write well ,what you have lived.

It is usually unbearably painful to read a book by an author who knows way less than you do, unless the book is a novel.

I'm evangelical on the subject of some chefs and writers.

Writers and travelers are mesmerized alike by knowing of their destinations.

Writers should provoke disagreement.