Quotes about writ
writing small-villages letters
It is in a small village in the Pyrenees where no one knows me 7that my life will come to a close.... There is not enough time remaining for me to write all the letters I would like to write.... Walter Benjamin
writing musical three
Work on good prose has three steps: a musical stage when it is composed, an architectonic one when it is built, and a textile one when it is woven.
writing ideas delay
The more circumspectly you delay writing down an idea, the more maturely developed it will be on surrendering itself.
writing skills news
I have never pretended to be a great writer. I am totally immodest about being a great reporter and a good news writer. I write fast and I write accurately, nearly as accurately as anybody can be, and that's my skill. Walter Cronkite
writing literature ifs
This is not writing at all. Indeed, I could say that Shakespeare surpasses literature altogether, if I knew what I meant. Virginia Woolf
writing aunt greatness
Anyone who has the temerity to write about Jane Austen is aware of [two] facts: first, that of all great writers she is the most difficult to catch in the act of greatness; second, that there are twenty-five elderly gentlemen living in the neighbourhood of London who resent any slight upon her genius as if it were an insult to the chastity of their aunts.
writing sacrifice hair
So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say. But to sacrifice a hair of the head of your vision, a shade of its colour, in deference to some Headmaster with a silver pot in his hand or to some professor with a measuring-rod up his sleeve, is the most abject treachery, and the sacrifice of wealth and chastity which used to be said to be the greatest of human disasters, a mere flea-bite in comparison.
writing sea solitude
So I have to create the whole thing afresh for myself each time. Probably all writers now are in the same boat. It is the penalty we pay for breaking with tradition, and the solitude makes the writing more exciting though the being read less so. One ought to sink to the bottom of the sea, probably, and live alone with ones words.
writing garden rose
You have a touch in letter writing that is beyond me. Something unexpected, like coming round a corner in a rose garden and finding it still daylight.
writing heart flags
to write a novel in the heart of London is next to an impossibility. I feel as if I were nailing a flag to the top of a mast in a raging gale.
writing lava madness
As an experience, madness is terrific ... and in its lava I still find most of the things I write about.
writing profound pleasure
writing is the profound pleasure and being read the superficial.
writing thinking names
I must try to set aside half an hour in some part of my day, and consecrate it to diary writing. Give it a name and a place, and then perhaps, such is the human mind, I shall come to think it a duty, and disregard other duties for it.
writing attachment play
Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible; Shakespeare's plays, for instance, seem to hang there complete by themselves. But when the web is pulled askew, hooked up at the edge, torn in the middle, one remembers that these webs are not spun in midair by incorporeal creatures, but are the work of suffering human beings, and are attached to the grossly material things, like health and money and the houses we live in.
writing people ask-me
People ask me why I write. I write to find out what I know.
writing demand may
And when we are writing the life of a woman, we may, it is agreed, waive our demand for action, and substitute love instead. Love, the poet has said, is a woman's whole existence...
writing thinking persons
I think writing, my writing, is a species of mediumship. I become the person.
writing tired lord
Lord, how tired one gets of one's own writing.
writing knows know-how
To know whom to write for is to know how to write.
writing use littles
A thousand things to be written had I time: had I power. A very little writing uses up my capacity for writing.
writing diaries kind
I got out this diary and read, as one always reads one's own writing; with a kind of guilty intensity.
writing criticism breakfast
O why do I ever let anyone read what I write! Every time I have to go through a breakfast with a letter of criticism I swear I will write for my own praise or blame in future. It is a misery.
writing sea bottom
One ought to sink to the bottom of the sea, probably, and live alone with one's words.
writing soul secret
Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.
writing voice secret
Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?
writing quality literature
A good essay must have this permanent quality about it; it must draw its curtain round us, but it must be a curtain that shuts us in not out.
writing prose-and-poetry poetry-is
Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most full of poetry.
writing men hygiene
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
writing voice people
What has praise and fame to do with poetry? Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice? So that all this chatter and praise, and blame and meeting people who admired one and meeting people who did not admire one was as ill suited as could be to the thing itself- a voice answering a voice.
writing doe finals
Madness is terrific I can assure you, and not to be sniffed at; and in its lava I still find most of the things I write about. It shoots out of one everything shaped, final, not in mere driblets, as sanity does.
writing plot rhythm
I am writing to a rhythm and not to a plot.
writing eye practice
The habit of writing for my eye is good practice. It loosens the ligaments.
writing darkness existence
When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.