Bonnie Friedman

An unhurried sense of time is in itself a form of wealth.

We should be told: Write fast, write close to the bone, write for ten hours straight until you__e not thinking in words anymore, but in colors, in smells, in waves of memory. Right what you care about. Don__ write one more word you don__ care about. Don__ waste any more of your life on what does not matter to you. Write only what matters to you__hose scenes, those dialogues. Get messy. Before you get neat, get very, very messy. Write until you are more alive than you have ever been before.

Fiction must convince our bodies for it to have any chance of convincing our minds.

Daily life is always extraordinary when rendered precisely. We can unlock our lives with a pencil tip.

Plot joined the expedition unwooed, as a necessary companion. It was not the scout. The scout was a certain mood. I followed that mood, and let the shape of the story flow from that.

Every day I must prove to myself I am a writer. The knowledge goes away in my sleep. What I wrote yesterday was paltry, meager, so flawed it is barely anything. Or, if it is good, I am no longer the person who could write it.