The fascination with the music stayed with me for years and I wanted to find out why I liked it so much and to learn the grammar of it, and that’s why I tried to write the sheet music down. Writing it down gave me some ideas of other versions of the music and I wrote the first string quartets and piano pieces based on transcriptions.
Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart’s blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.
When I write, it’s everything that we don’t know we can be that is written out of me, without exclusions, without stipulation, and everything we will be calls us to the unflagging, intoxicating, unappeasable search for love. In one another we will never be lacking.
Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write yourself. Your body must be heard.
Meditation needs no results. Meditation can have itself as an end, I meditate without words and on nothingness. What tangles my life is writing.
Women must write through their bodies, they must invent the impregnable language that will wreck partitions, classes, and rhetorics, regulations and codes, they must submerge, cut through, get beyond the ultimate reverse-discourse, including the one that laughs at the very idea of pronouncing the word "silence"…In one another we will never be lacking.
By writing her self, woman will return to the body which has been more than confiscated from her, which has been turned into the uncanny stranger on display – the ailing or dead figure, which so often turns out to be the nasty companion, the cause and location of inhibitions. Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. <br>Write your self. Your body must be heard. Only then will the immense resources of the unconscious spring forth.
Writing is the passageway, the entrance, the exit, the dwelling place of the other in me.
The only book that is worth writing is the one we don’t have the courage or strength to write. The book that hurts us (we who are writing), that makes us tremble, redden, bleed
Writing is the delicate, difficult, and dangerous means of succeeding in avowing the unavowable.
Woman must write her self: must write about women and bring women to writing, from which they have been driven away as violently as from their bodies – for the same reasons, by the same law, with the same fatal goal. Woman must put herself into the text – as into the world and into history – by her own movement.
And I was afraid. She frightens me because she can knock me down with a word. Because she does not know that writing is walking on a dizzying silence setting one word after the other on emptiness. Writing is miraculous and terrifying like the flight of a bird who has no wings but flings itself out and only gets wings by flying.
Other-Love is writing’s first name.
I’ve always tried to write the kind of book I most loved to read: character-centered adventure.
One of the best things about writing is how it redeems, not to mention recycles, all of one’s prior experiences, including or perhaps especially the failures.
I began my writing career in a very isolated place and time.
For me, writing is more a process of discovering the book than planning it.
I’ve described my usual writing process as scrambling from peak to peak on inspiration through foggy valleys of despised logic. Inspiration is better when you can get it.
"Look into thy heart and write!" is good advice, but not if interpreted to mean, "Look nowhere else!" The poet should know his world and, so far as his art is concerned, any kind of battering from his world is better than his own self-indulgent brooding.
I make it clear why I write as I do and why other poets write as they do. After hundreds of experiments I decided to go my own way in style and see what would happen.
All my life I have been trying to learn to read, to see and hear, and to write.
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.
When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.
Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
I knew I would read all kinds of books and try to get at what it is that makes good writers good. But I made no promises that I would write books a lot of people would like to read.
I remember in my early 20s when I felt I couldn’t live past 30. I was learning how to write. I had a lot of hard work ahead of me.
Beware of advice-even this.
All my life I have been trying to learn, to read, to see and hear, and to write. At sixty-five I began my first novel and after the five years, lacking a month, I took to finish it, I was still traveling, still a seeker.
If I knew what the meanings of my books were, I wouldn’t have bothered to write them.
What really annoys me are the ones who write to say, I am doing your book for my final examinations and could you please tell me what the meaning of it is. I find it just so staggering–that you’re supposed to explain the meaning of your book to some total stranger! If I knew what the meanings of my books were, I wouldn’t have bothered to write them.
Too often, I think, children are required to write before they have anything to say. Teach them to think and read and talk without self-repression, and they will write because they cannot help it.
I can only speak for myself. But what I write and how I write is done in order to save my own life. And I mean that literally. For me literature is a way of knowing that I am not hallucinating, that whatever I feel/know is.
To write for a living, according to Mr. Whipple, is coquetting with starvation.