Quotes

A Shard

18 April 2014

A short story is a shard, a sliver, a vignette. It’s a biopsy on the human condition but it doesn’t have this capacity to think autonomously for itself.

Will Self

A Love Affair

17 April 2014

A short story is a love affair; a novel is a marriage. A short story is a photograph; a novel is a film.

Lorrie Moore

A different thing altogether

16 April 2014

A short story is a different thing altogether – a short story is like a kiss in the dark from a stranger.

Stephen King

 

Little pitchers with big ears

15 April 2014

We have all been little pitchers with big ears, shooed out of the kitchen when the unspoken is being spoken, and we have probably all been tale-bearers, blurters at the dinner table, unwitting violators of adult rules of censorship. Perhaps this is what writers are: those who never kicked the habit. We remained tale-bearers. We learned to keep our eyes open, but not to keep our mouths shut.

Margaret Atwood

Words

14 April 2014

Words can be like X-rays, if you use them properly–they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced. That’s one of the things I try to teach my students–how to write piercingly.

Aldous Huxley

Start Writing

13 April 2014

Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.

Louis L’Amour

One of the signs of Napoleon’s greatness

12 April 2014

One of the signs of Napoleon’s greatness is the fact that he once had a publisher shot.

Siegfried Unseld

Middle Age

11 April 2014

Middle age is when you’ve met so many people that every new person you meet reminds you of someone else.

Ogden Nash

Come live with me

10 April 2014

Come live with me and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
Of a marriage conducted with economy
In the Twentieth Century Anno Donomy.
We’ll live in a dear little walk-up flat
With practically room to swing a cat
And a potted cactus to give it hauteur
And a bathtub equipped with dark brown water.
We’ll eat, without undue discouragement
Foods low in cost but high in nouragement
And quaff with pleasure, while chatting wittily,
The peculiar wine of Little Italy.
We’ll remind each other it’s smart to be thrifty
And buy our clothes for something-fifty.
We’ll stand in line on holidays
For seats at unpopular matinees,
And every Sunday we’ll have a lark
And take a walk in Central Park.
And one of these days not too remote
I’ll probably up and cut your throat.

Ogden Nash

Human Language

9 April 2014

Human language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, when all the time we are longing to move the stars to pity.

Gustave Flaubert

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