Writes Quotes
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Sam writes in her funny, fascinating memoir, Not By Accident.
Ben Sherwood
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If a woman writes about herself, she’s a narcissist. If a man does the
same, he’s describing the human condition. But people seem to evaluate
your work based on how much they relate to it, so it’s like, well, who’s
the narcissist?
Emily Gould
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A woman seldom writes her mind but in her postscript.
Richard Steele
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Morrissey writes wonderful song titles, but sadly he often forgets to write the song.
Elvis Costello
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Everybody is a regionalist. Tolstoy is a regionalist - one is where one lives, where one writes.
Paul Horgan
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And during the campaign of 1936, she writes that she and her brother would always rather be out doing things when they're sick, rather than take to their beds. And I think Eleanor Roosevelt always responded to pain by doing more, by doing something, by being active. And I think she just couldn't bear to look at her childhood grief. And she didn't.
Blanche Wiesen Cook
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As long as one writes only for oneself, writing is a free act by means of which, to use an oxymoron, one secretly opens oneself.
Elena Ferrante
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It's become fashionable these days to say that the writer writes because he is not whole, he has a wound, he writes to heal it, but who cares if the writer is not whole; of course the writer is not whole, or even particularly well.
Joy Williams
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We need writers who fear nothing. ("Our Goal")
Yevgeny Zamyatin
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Why, why, when one writes, does a sort of shackle bind one's imagination? I become conscious of a deadening mediocrity, perhaps a form of mental cowardice, and I long to break free, to let my imagination take wings. It doesn't - yet.
Winifred Holtby
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A young man fills out an application for a job and does well until he gets to the last question, "Who Should we notify in case of an accident?" He mulls it over and then writes, "Anybody in sight!"
Milton Berle
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Out West all the smells are sucked up out of the baked land by the sun. And it’s as if all the colors in the ground are gobbled up by their sunsets, and so is the blue of the sky. The sky is high and pale and impersonal and you get the feeling it doesn’t belong to you at all, but that it is the property of the chamber of commerce. In the South the sky is humid and low and rich and it’s yours to smell and feel. In the West you’re only an observer. In the West someone sees a flower growing on a mountain and he writes a whole damned pamphlet about it.
Elliott Chaze