Writing is the best way to talk without being interrupted.
Jules Renard
Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.
Cyril Connolly
Writing is not a genteel profession. It's quite nasty and tough and kind of dirty.
Rosemary Mahoney
Writing makes no noise, except groans, and it can be done everywhere, and it is done alone.
Ursula K. LeGuin
You may be able to take a break from writing, but you won't be able to take a break from being a writer.
Stephen Leigh
For me, writing is exploration; and most of the time, I'm surprised where the journey takes me.
Jack Dann
The reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Forget all the rules. Forget about being published. Write for yourself and celebrate writing.
Melinda Haynes
Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don't feel I should be doing something else.
Gloria Steinem
Writing is only boring to the people who are boring themselves.
Anonymous
Easy reading is damned hard writing.
Anonymous
I've always believed in writing without a collaborator, because when two people are writing the same book, each believes he gets all the worries and only half the royalties.
Agatha Christie
Writing is a crummy profession, but a good hobby.
Paavo Haavikko
Writing is a fairly lonely business unless you invite people in to watch you do it, which is often distracting and then have to ask them to leave.
Marc Lawrence
Writing energy is like anything else. The more you put in, the more you get out.
Richard Reeves
Writing is turning one's worst moments into money.
J. P. Donleavy
Why do writers write? Because it isn't there.
Thomas Berger
Writing is a cop-out. An excuse to live perpetually in fantasy land, where you can create, direct and watch the products of your own head. Very selfish.
Monica Dickens
If writing seems hard, it’s because it is hard. It’s one of the hardest things people do.
William Zinsser
It took me fifteen years to discover I had no talent for writing, but I couldn't give it up because by that time I was too famous.
Robert Benchley
Jules Renard
Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.
Cyril Connolly
Writing is not a genteel profession. It's quite nasty and tough and kind of dirty.
Rosemary Mahoney
Writing makes no noise, except groans, and it can be done everywhere, and it is done alone.
Ursula K. LeGuin
You may be able to take a break from writing, but you won't be able to take a break from being a writer.
Stephen Leigh
For me, writing is exploration; and most of the time, I'm surprised where the journey takes me.
Jack Dann
The reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Forget all the rules. Forget about being published. Write for yourself and celebrate writing.
Melinda Haynes
Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don't feel I should be doing something else.
Gloria Steinem
Writing is only boring to the people who are boring themselves.
Anonymous
Easy reading is damned hard writing.
Anonymous
I've always believed in writing without a collaborator, because when two people are writing the same book, each believes he gets all the worries and only half the royalties.
Agatha Christie
Writing is a crummy profession, but a good hobby.
Paavo Haavikko
Writing is a fairly lonely business unless you invite people in to watch you do it, which is often distracting and then have to ask them to leave.
Marc Lawrence
Writing energy is like anything else. The more you put in, the more you get out.
Richard Reeves
Writing is turning one's worst moments into money.
J. P. Donleavy
Why do writers write? Because it isn't there.
Thomas Berger
Writing is a cop-out. An excuse to live perpetually in fantasy land, where you can create, direct and watch the products of your own head. Very selfish.
Monica Dickens
If writing seems hard, it’s because it is hard. It’s one of the hardest things people do.
William Zinsser
It took me fifteen years to discover I had no talent for writing, but I couldn't give it up because by that time I was too famous.
Robert Benchley
I NEED inspiration for this book. I cant say why, because it will ruin the last book but the school has been rebuilt,and theres a new gardening class, and Haru-Kun, Kariko-Kun, and Shimura-Chan are falling into love, could Kariko finaly fall for Haru, or could it be Haikuga-Kun? Haru could have his heart torn into pieces, or turned into gold. And Shimura, being the only lesbian in the school could have problems with love too. Karuga-Chan (a new character introduced as a Japenese girl found lying on the beach after a violent storm) changes all of that. Life when thrive this year in Dojenskei Koukou (Dojenskei High School). All these questions and more will be answered in the garden of Hinjou, the Garden Classroom. Be waiting, Both the first chapter of the first and second book are being worked on. (PLEASE give me good names for the third and fourht book, and the main name for the second series, such as Burning Passion Book One: The Flame. (oo, I might use that) Byes!)
The Man With No Eyes Collection (6): Dream
A crystallized life, on the bright TV screen,
But I’ve finally broken away from the dream,
And into the warm embrace of your esteem.
The stage that I left disappears from my mind,
Like suddenly being engulfed by sunshine,
I am truly alive, for the very first time,
All at once, let me sing, let me cry!
‘Til it bursts,
From my lungs, like a child,
Let me smile ‘til it hurts!
Let the blue of the morning
Strike my tearful eyes,
I still don’t know how,
I still don’t know why,
(I still fear this life may yet be a lie,)
But even if this world is the true dream, I want to play out this beautiful scene.
Here it is, the last in the Man With No Eyes Collection! I wanted to complete this on a pleasant note, give the guy some mercy.
A crystallized life, on the bright TV screen,
But I’ve finally broken away from the dream,
And into the warm embrace of your esteem.
The stage that I left disappears from my mind,
Like suddenly being engulfed by sunshine,
I am truly alive, for the very first time,
All at once, let me sing, let me cry!
‘Til it bursts,
From my lungs, like a child,
Let me smile ‘til it hurts!
Let the blue of the morning
Strike my tearful eyes,
I still don’t know how,
I still don’t know why,
(I still fear this life may yet be a lie,)
But even if this world is the true dream, I want to play out this beautiful scene.
Here it is, the last in the Man With No Eyes Collection! I wanted to complete this on a pleasant note, give the guy some mercy.
I just started going on the path where my life had no light. I missed everyone from our school who graduated, and I really had many amazing friends there. Friends who gave me memories that lasted forever...friends who helped me out when things got bad...friends who were always there for me. I know, however, that they will always continue to be in my heart, even as they went away from me. If they never come back, they will still have left hand prints on my heart that will never be washed away. Life without the light makes me feel so lonely...like a vagabond on the streets with no home...like an eagle with no prey...like me with no one to cry with. However sad this situation I find myself in...I still know that life will go on...and I must continue to strive to be the best I can be. Even without the warmth of my friends close by, I know that they will always be by my side even if they are not with me. All my friends are the light in my life.
The noise,
buzzing and buzzing in my ears.
It's just not right,
you think you are so bright,
saying you buzz because you care.
But it's so unfair.
I don't need your concern,
the best way you can show you care,
is to leave me alone.
Why can't you understand?
Have you tried to understand?
Do I really expect you to understand?
This is not a teenage problem,
the excuse you uses so often,
This is about my freedom.
You think I don't know anything,
you think I am naive and innocent.
But things are so different.
You think because you are older,
you know more than we do,
That’s not true.
The world has changed,
We are not the fairy tales that sing,
we are the ones who could take our lives in a blink.
No, you are lying to yourself,
blocking the truth that would make you knelt
buzzing and buzzing in my ears.
It's just not right,
you think you are so bright,
saying you buzz because you care.
But it's so unfair.
I don't need your concern,
the best way you can show you care,
is to leave me alone.
Why can't you understand?
Have you tried to understand?
Do I really expect you to understand?
This is not a teenage problem,
the excuse you uses so often,
This is about my freedom.
You think I don't know anything,
you think I am naive and innocent.
But things are so different.
You think because you are older,
you know more than we do,
That’s not true.
The world has changed,
We are not the fairy tales that sing,
we are the ones who could take our lives in a blink.
No, you are lying to yourself,
blocking the truth that would make you knelt
I look out
Into the crowd
Looking for you
Hoping to see you
I search
And search
But can’t find
Your face
In all the crowd
The one person
I wanted to see
I couldn’t see
I was left
With my disappointment
As I begin to think
Of all the times
You’ve broken your word
But then
I should have known
You never stayed
Unless you profited
You never were
A real dad
Never has been
Never will
I look out
In the crowd
Hoping against hope
That you will be there
But I shouldn't even bother
I'm a nobody
Someone you never loved
Someone you don't even know
Maybe someday
I'll learn
That all I get from you
Is broken promises
Half truths
And utter disappointments
So now I say good bye to it all
The hurt and anger
My disappointment
And you
Into the crowd
Looking for you
Hoping to see you
I search
And search
But can’t find
Your face
In all the crowd
The one person
I wanted to see
I couldn’t see
I was left
With my disappointment
As I begin to think
Of all the times
You’ve broken your word
But then
I should have known
You never stayed
Unless you profited
You never were
A real dad
Never has been
Never will
I look out
In the crowd
Hoping against hope
That you will be there
But I shouldn't even bother
I'm a nobody
Someone you never loved
Someone you don't even know
Maybe someday
I'll learn
That all I get from you
Is broken promises
Half truths
And utter disappointments
So now I say good bye to it all
The hurt and anger
My disappointment
And you