A cup of tea is all I need to keep working.
People don’t gotta like the same stuff. If they did, life would be pretty boring.
The ability to dream is all I have to give. That is my responsibility; that is my burden. And even I grow tired.
I like my writing career and it’s progression, I’d rather be that slow moving tide that turns a mountain into a beautiful beach for all to enjoy, rather than a flash in a pan that yields no heat.
Graduate study is an intensive education. You have to be diligent and determined from the beginning to the very end.
You have to stop and freeze the moment,” he told me I had told her. “You have to make yourself remember by repeating it in your head over and over. You have to write to preserve your sanity.
Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it.
I think it is because I have a habit, when I am bored or disgusted with people of stepping suddenly into my own world and shutting the door. People resent this — I suppose it is only natural to resent a door being shut in your face. They call it slyness when it is only self-defense.
Finished crap can be edited. Unfinished greatness languishes forever. The only bad writing is the thing you didn’t write!
Her love of words is a private passion – one she would rather not share. In the house of her childhood though everything had to be shared. If she tried to hold anything back, they would search and find the hidden places. Her written words, discovered, read were just the source of more pain and punishment. This was why she loved poetry. They did not always understand it so they left it alone.