Life is a racket. Writing is a racket. Sincerity is a racket. Everything’s a racket.
Nick Tosches
Life is a racket. Writing is a racket. Sincerity is a racket. Everything’s a racket.
Nick Tosches
Writers may be disreputable, incorrigible, early to decay or late to bloom but they dare to go it alone.
John Updike
The perfect detective story cannot be written. The type of mind which can evolve the perfect problem is not the type of mind that can produce the artistic job of writing.
Raymond Chandler
Talent is like electricity. We don’t understand electricity. We use it.
Maya Angelou
Detail
I was watching a robin fly after a finch – the smaller bird
chirping with excitement, the bigger, its breast blazing, silent
in light-winged earnest chase – when, out of nowhere
over the chimneys and the shivering front gardens,
flashes a sparrowhawk headlong a light brown burn
scorching the air from which it simply plucks
like a ripe fruit the stopped robin, whose two or three
cheeps of terminal surprise twinkle in the silence
closing over the empty street when the birds have gone
about their own business, and I began to understand
how a poem can happen: you have your eye on a small
elusive detail, pursuing its music, when a terrible truth
strikes and your heart cries out, being carried off.
Eamon Grennan
What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Moments
Clear moments are so short.
There is much more darkness. More
ocean than firm land. More
shadow than form.
Adam Zagajewski
Proofs
Death will not correct
a single line of verse
she is no proof-reader
she is no sympathetic
lady editor
a bad metaphor is immortal
a shoddy poet who has died
is a shoddy dead poet
a bore bores after death
a fool keeps up his foolish chatter
from beyond the grave.
Tadeusz Rózewicz
A writing teacher once told me that the most successful movies and books were simple plots about complex characters….You should be able to articulate your concept in a couple of lines.
James Scott Bell
A writer is essentially a man who does not resign himself to loneliness.
François Mauriac