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“You can edit what you write. Why not edit what you say? If it hurts somebody, you can still offer an apology or withdraw your statements”

“Words disappear in the air, but writing remains. If you want something to be remembered about you, write it down”

“People speak even after their death. Only do speak those who have recorded their speech in writing before they die, the rest go silent forever”

“We write, not because we claim to know more than others, but perhaps because we want to know more than others. Writers are explorers”

“Writing is exposing yourself to strangers”

“. If you want to write, just write anything that comes into your mind. You will be surprised at how you can force inspiration to stand on your side.”

“One day I will write a book. An epitaph”

“If you are writing fiction, think like a god. Release all the power of your imagination; create worlds and destroy them at your will, create as many miracles as your story needs”

“Writing is a competition between the writer and the page. When the page wins, you fail as a writer.”

“Writing is magic happening on paper”

“I am sorry, I am not a writer. I simply put my thoughts on paper. Those helped by them call them a book and me a writer. Those who are not helped call it rubbish and me a fool. Both have reason.”

“Every book has its ancestors”

“Discipline allows magic. To be a writer is to be the very best of assassins. You do not sit down and write every day to force the Muse to show up. You get into the habit of writing every day so that when she shows up, you have the maximum chance of catching her, bashing her on the head, and squeezing every last drop out of that bitch.”

“13 September. Again barely two pages. At first I thought my sorrow over the Austrian defeats and my anxiety for the future (anxiety that appears ridiculous to me at bottom, and base too) would prevent me from doing any writing. But that wasn’t it, it was only an apathy that forever comes back and forever has to be put down again. There is time enough for sorrow when I am not writing. The thoughts provoked in me by the war resemble my old worries over F. in the tormenting way in which they devour me from every direction. I can’t endure worry, and perhaps have been created expressly in order to die of it. When I shall have grown weak enough –it won’t take very long –the most trifling worry will perhaps suffice to rout me. In this prospect I can also see a possibility of postponing the disaster as long as possible.”