writers-quotes

A cliffhanger is when ...

Makebelieve is a writer's best friend.

Never take yourself too seriously. Learn to let go and let the words flow.

Me to characters: talk to me people.

Souls are more important than stories, yes. But stories are a window to the soul. Without stories, the soul suffocates.

There is a fine line between fair criticism and jealous assault.

A Writer Must Have Text Appeal

Climax: It's all downhill from here.

Writers don't suffer from insanity, they depend upon it!

Shy people are my favorites. The unmistakable glint of shyness in someone's eyes can mesmerize me for years!

Having authored numerous and pretty versatile write-ups, I can__ say that anything other than my soul, heart and life experience can be called a prominent part of every book I ever wrote

Writing is like riding a bike. Once you gain momentum, the hills are easier. Editing, however, requires a motor and some horsepower.

I had once tried to write, had once reveled in feeling, had let m crude imagination roam, but the impulse to dream had been slowly beaten out of me by experience. Now it surged up again and i hungered for books, new ways of looking and seeing. It was not a matter of believing or disbelieving what I read, but of feeling something new, of being affected by something that made the look of the world different.

A voice is a product of the writer__ own Pandora Box of insight, insecurities, bravado, modesty, humility, affection, understanding, and confidence. In short, a voice reflects the writers_ sangfroid. The tenor of the writer__ voice also reflects their insecurities, self-doubt, egotism, testiness, and the ability to identify with their mental and physical infirmities. The inflection that distinguishes a writer__ pitch from other wordsmiths_ tone reflects their collective lifetime of mundane, tranquil, disturbing, and passionate experiences.

Now memories have an unusual way of coming back to you in the middle of a day.

We will read books together inside the blanket and stay warm. And keep writing poetry in our respective journals. Time will fly but we will still remain inside the blanket forever.

The obscure, unexplainable aspect of the writing process is about how some rhymes appear in your head. It often feels more like tuning in to some kind of channel than composing words in your mind.

When I was a schoolgirl my safe haven was a place at the uninhabited part of my parents_ house. I used to climb up to the large windowsill that was facing a spreading plum-tree in the garden. Reading books, or penning my own stories, diaries and poems, it was especially fun to rest there during the warmer seasons of the year with an open window, when the tree was all covered with tender, odorous blossom in spring, and with rich purple fruitage in summer.