Writing is easy; all you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until the drops of blood form on your forehead.
There is something pleasurable in calm remembrance of past sorrow.
Literature: proclaiming in front of everyone what one is careful to conceal from one’s immediate circle.
A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.
Having imagination, it takes you an hour to write a paragraph that, if you were unimaginative, would take you only a minute. Or you might not write the paragraph at all.
-Franklin P. Adams
Talking about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.
Lying, the telling of beautiful untrue things, is the proper aim of art.
No artist is pleased…
There is only a queer satisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.
(from Oxymoronica: Paradoxical Wit & Wisdom From History’s Greatest Wordsmiths by Mardy Grothe)