If you really want to write, then shut yourself in a room, close the door, and WRITE. If you don't want to write, do something else. It's as simple as that.
Once Sally gets an idea in her head, there's not much room for too much else...
You might be surrounded in a room of utter darkness, but if you light only one match, all the darkness is defeated.
It's absolutely wrong that I don't want guys to challenge me. And the people who say that aren't in the room.
In a few generations more, there will probably be no room at all allowed for animals on the earth: no need of them, no toleration of them.
If you want to judge the performance of the Egyptian people by the standards of German or Chinese or American culture, then there is no room for judgment.
You could have ten scientists in this room. You could ask them all: 'Who's religious?' About three to four will put their hands up.
Information can be harmful when you're not ready for it. ['The Murder Room: The Heirs of Sherlock Holmes']
seize the day, because believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold and die
My main wish is to get my books into other people's rooms, and to keep other people's books out of mine.
For a writer, for the solitude to write, you don't need a room of your own, you need a house.
When you lose everything, and I mean everything, you sit there in this empty room in the dark, and the only person who can get you out is you.
If you're writing a novel, you're in a room for three or four years. There's not much coming in from the outside.
The really great writers are people like Emily Bronte who sit in a room and write out of their limited experience and unlimited imagination.
I remember being a teenager and seeing Seymour Cassel across a crowded room and being incredibly star struck, and not having the courage to say, 'Hello.'
The Room I wrote in 1957, and I was really gratified to find that it stood up. I didn't have to change a word.
We were so poor that my mother would often leave me in a foster home until she could raise enough money to rent rooms for us.
I remember the mentoring experiences of some teachers that I had, like a second term home room teacher in public school that really was very helpful to me.
I don't want to go anywhere; I don't want to leave anybody behind. Happiness is right here, right now, in this world, in this room. I am happiest wherever it is that I am.
I don't have kids, a mortgage, or a car. That has let me hold out for the jobs I want to do, and to sit in a cold room in the winter with fingerless gloves, writing.
There are some people who walk into a room and they oxygenate it, by their very being there's fresh air. Then there are those who come in with the smell of death and they suck the life out.
