Quotes about Writing

Man, wow, there's so many things to do, so many things to write! How to even begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung-up on like literary inhibitions and grammatical fears...

And I go home having lost her love. And write this book.

It seems to me now that my life is writing, be it only words without meaning...When I am 33 I shall put a bullet straight through me.

Begin not from preconceived idea of what to say about image but from jewel center of interest in subject of image at moment of writing, and write outwards swimming in sea of language to peripheral release and exhaustion.

Allen was "queer in those days, experimenting with himself to the hilt, and Neal saw that, and a former boyhood hustler himself in the Denver night, and wanting dearly to learn how to write poetry like Allen, the first thing you know he was attacking Allen with a great amorous soul such as only a conman can have.

I liked this one One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple. --Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

I was going to rise, do some typing and coffee drinking in the kitchen all day since at that time work, work was my dominant thought, not love- not the pain which impels me to write this even while I don't want to, the pain which won't be eased by writing of this but heightened, but which will be redeemed, and if only it were a dignified pain and could be placed somewhere other than this black gutter of shame and loss and noisemaking folly in the night... /The Subterraneans

Gibson wrote 'Neuromancer' on a typewriter, you know, before the technology he was writing about existed.

I think the word 'blog' is an ugly word. I just don't know why people can't use the word 'journal.'

if newspapers were written by people whose sole object in writing was to tell the truth about politics and the truth about art we should not believe in war, and we should believe in art.

Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem

The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.