Fiction is a lie, and good fiction is the truth inside the lie.” ~ Stephen King
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Writer’s Wisdom: Saul Below on Inspiration
You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.” ~ Saul Bellow
Writer’s Wisdom ~ Michael Lewis on Why He Writes
There’s no simple explanation for why I write. It changes over time. There’s no hole inside me to fill or anything like that, but once I started doing it, I couldn’t imagine wanting to do anything else for a living. I noticed very quickly that writing was the only way for me to lose track of the time. ~ Michael Lewis
Writer’s Wisdom ~ Colette on Writing
To write, to be able to write, what does it mean? It means spending long hours dreaming before a white page, scribbling unconsciously, letting your pen play around a blot of ink and nibble at a half-formed word, scratching it, making it bristle with darts, and adorning it with antennae and paws until it loses all resemblance to a legible word and turns into a fantastic insect or a fluttering creature half butterfly, half fairy. Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette
Writer’s Wisdom ~ Jane Hirshfield on Story
Story, at its best, becomes a canvas to which the reader as well as the writer must bring the full range of memory, intellect, and imaginative response. The best stories are almost mythlike in their ability to support alternative readings, different conclusions. ~ Jane Hirshfield
Writer’s Wisdom ~ Jane Hirshfield on Making a Poem
Making a poem is neither a wholly conscious activity nor an act of unconscious transcription — it is a way for new thinking and feeling to come into existence, a way in which disparate modes of meaning and being may join. This is why the process of revising a poem is no arbitrary tinkering, but a continued honing of the self at the deepest level. ~ Jane Hirshfield
Writer’s Wisdom ~ Jane Hirshfield on Good Poems
Every good poem begins in language awake to its own connections — language that hears itself and what is around it, sees itself and what is around it, looks back at those who look into its gaze and knows more perhaps even than we do about who are, what we are. ~ Jane Hirshfield
