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I need to keep traveling, being a gypsy, having experiences and writing about them. Delta Goodrem
writing publish
Write the unpublishable.. .and then publish it. Denis Johnson
writing challenges paper
Writing is very difficult. You have 120 pages of blank paper and it's like, "Go fill that up with some funny stuff," and that's challenging. Bobby Farrelly
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Write about what you're afraid of. Donald Barthelme
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The writer is one who, embarking upon a task, does not know what to do... Writing is a process of dealing with not-knowing, a forcing of what and how. Donald Barthelme
writing long serious
You become a serious novelist by living long enough. Don DeLillo
writing said found
It was only when I found myself writing things I didn't realise I knew that I said, 'I'm a writer now.' Don DeLillo
writing paper way
He wanted paper and something to write with, some way to sustain a thought, to place it in the world. Don DeLillo
writing reflection space
I am ashamed every day, and more ashamed the next. But I will spend the rest of my life in this living space writing these notes, this journal, recording my acts and reflections, finding some honor, some worth at the bottom of things. I want ten thousand pages that will stop the world. Don DeLillo
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Tonight, when we were eating dinner, Marta said something that really knocked me for a loop. She said, ""I love carrots."" ""Good,"" I said as I gritted my teeth real hard. ""Then maybe you and carrots would like to go into the bedroom and have sex!"" They didn't, but maybe they will sometime, and I can watch. ![]()
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I wish outer space guys would conquer the Earth and make people their pets, because I'd like to have one of those little beds with my name on it. ![]()
bedrock
The bedrock of all this is: Do an audit. Anne Kelley
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I was born on the first day of January 1941 in the front bedroom of my grandparents' house in Rodborough near Stroud in Gloucestershire where my mother had come to escape the bombing in London. Martin Evans