To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the music the words make.
A story was a form of telepathy. By means of inking symbols onto a page, she was able to send thoughts and feelings from her mind to her reader’s. It was a magical process, so commonplace that no one stopped to wonder at it.
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.
Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author’s words reverberating in your head.
A writer is a world trapped in a person.
Victor Hugo (via nestingcas)
[Sometimes a writer is many worlds trapped in a person]
If a story is in you, it has to come out.