Remember…we don’t see objects, we see light. … Light can do anything water can do–flow, wash, trickle. It can do anything an artist can do–paint, burnish, carve. Candlelight falls, licks a face. There is always light in a room.
I couldn’t even think about wanting to be something else; I wouldn’t let myself visualize another life. But I wrote because I couldn’t stop. It was a release, a mental exercise, a way of keeping sane.
Reading and writing are solitary activities that increase a person’s capacity for concentration, awareness, and conceptual thought as the person weaves immediate information with stored memories.
I write because I know I am only one to control the world I created in my books.
You’re the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world’s inside of them,” said Meggie…
You don’t create or write to be successful; you don’t create or paint to be famous or to increase your wealth. You do all of these things because your soul is calling you to do them.
[R]eality and real people are too subtle and complicated for anybody’s typewriter, even Tolstoy’s, even yours, even mine.
Novels are just very, very, very long lies. That is to say, you’ve got to get your story straight!
Writing is the only art form where a good number of the artists make a slice of their living criticizing one another in print, in public.
Literature is the ditch I’m going to die in. It’s still the thing I care most about.