Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them. — Ray Bradbury (via sad-plath)
(Source: sad-plath, via myownliteraryself)
Gertrude Stein at home writing.
Odd Type Writers | A Piece of Monologue: Literature, Philosophy, Criticism -
Celia Blue Johnson shares research she has conducted for her new book, Odd Type Writers: As a young writer Virginia Woolf preferred to stand while she wrote. Her desk was three and a half feet tall. Quentin Bell, Woolf’s nephew, concluded that the habit was spurred by sibling rivalry. Woolf’s sister Vanessa was an artist who painted at an easel. Bell noted, “This led Virginia to feel that her own pursuit might appear less arduous than that of her sister unless she set matters on a footing of equality.” Eventually Woolf transitioned from standing to sitting.
In his late twenties, James Joyce wore a white coat while he worked. He’d put it on, climb into bed, and compose his work with a blue pencil. His sister Eileen noted that the coat “gave a kind of white light” that helped him see the page. Joyce battled eye diseases throughout his life. As his sight worsened, the resourceful author magnified his entire creative process, writing intricate sentences with colored crayons on large pieces of cardboard.
Tip for writers. Always true.
It’s really that easy. Just make yourself do it!
(Source: rainydaypoetry, via breathingbooks)
By working so hard at becoming wise and reasonable and well-informed, you have made our little planet, our precious little moist, blue-green ball, a saner place than it was before you got here. — Kurt Vonnegut (via musing-bibliophage)
On that ever-mysterious rubric, “literary fiction”: “It was clever marketing by publishers to set certain contemporary fiction apart and declare it Literature—and therefore Important, Art, and somehow better than other writing … Jane Austen’s works are described as literary fiction. This is nonsense … Austen never for a moment imagined she was writing Literature. Posterity decided that—not her, not John Murray, not even her contemporary readership. She wrote fiction, to entertain and to make money.”
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Yes, this is what I need …a char where I’m surrounded by books.
Anyone who says to you, ‘You can’t do that,’ or ‘You’re not good enough to accomplish that,’ tell them to go piss on themselves and then prove them wrong. — TBV
When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them. They show us the state of our decay. —
Brian Aldiss (via nathanielstuart)
[Wow! Just … Wow!]
J.R.R. Tolkien in his study with his maps and books.
(Source: naturemetaltolkien, via themastermarauder)
If you’re trying to decide what to write and you have one idea that scares you because you don’ know what people will think of it… write that one. — Brian Koppelman (via davidjwest)