I have written two nonfiction books, I'm embarrassed to say.
My books are written with a strong chronological spine.
In order to be written into History; one must first change it.
I don't mind my work being a record of the time it was written in.
No poems can please for long or live that are written by water drinkers.
More modern poetry is written than read.
I've read a number of relationship books out there. A lot are written towards women.
Any sufficiently badly-written science is indistinguishable from magic.
My upbringing made me think that real legitimate music is written, not heard.
I have to confess that I don't read much of what is written about me.
If I blow my nose, it gets written all over the world.
History books are being re-written all the time
I just want to be written about as a normal artist.
I don't think anything you've written is immortal as yet.
If we're lucky, writer and reader alike, we'll finish the last line or two of a short story and then just sit for a minute, quietly. Ideally, we'll ponder what we've just written or read; maybe our hearts or intellects will have been moved off the pe...
In a very real way, one writes a story to find out what happens in it. Before it is written it sits in the mind like a piece of overheard gossip or a bit of intriguing tattle. The story process is like taking up such a piece of gossip, hunting down t...
There is a vast expanse of time before the Norman Conquest in 1066, from which fragments of literary texts remain, although these fragments make quite a substantial body of work. If we consider that the same expanse of time has passed between Shakesp...
She attended the French performance, but the play's content now had a connection to her life. She read a book and the book invariably had lines with sparks from her mind, the fire of her emotions flickered here and there, and words spoken the night b...
I can see how I could write a bold account of myself as a passionate man who rose from humble beginnings to cut a wide swath in the world, whose crimes along the way might be written off to extravagance and love and art, and could even almost believe...
I lost the letter in rather embarrassing circumstances. We were to dine at Parramatta Government House that same evening, and Peter had come in early from harvesting the wheat, sitting down in all his dirt to read the precious missive. I sat beside h...
I'm still furious with you," she murmured, kissing a line down his chest. "Oh, God, please don't be furious," he choked out quickly. "Every female I know is furious with me. Rosalyn throws tantrums, and Charlotte hasn't spoken to me or written since ...
