“Reading can usually do this for writers, but sometimes you also need to watch films, listen to music, go to an art museum, or see a play. Or just sit outside and soak up the sky.”

Sometimes to write you need to do more than just appear at your desk-you need to take care of the part of you that dreams and imagines and creates.

Writing can be a lonely business. But gradually your characters, or the scenes and peopl from your past, begin to rise up around you, and you find yourself writing your way out of loneliness, writing into your own company.

When we’re burned out from writing, we can photograph or draw, look at the world in a different way, and photographers could try writing what they see.

Here’s the beauty of a camera: you don’t have to come up with words for what you’re looking at… Maybe another angle is needed sometimes. When we’re burned out from writing, we can photograph or draw, look at the world in a different way, and photographers could try writing what they see.

I used to soak my mitts in a bucket of water for about two days. Then I’d put a couple of baseballs in the pocket and wrap it up with a rubber band.

We live in a glass-soaked civilization, but as for the bird in the Chinese proverb who finds it so difficult to discover air.

I was more inclined to think of it as “writer’s impatience”, and to follow Arthur Koestler’s dictum: “Soak; and wait.

There is something moon-soaked and dawn-flavoured about her.

I soak up personalities and energy. I can identify with anything because truthfully everything that makes up the world is characterized in some way in my family.

When she’s drenched in agony and soaked in pain, her smile holds the art this world is dying to learn.

Summer was soaked with you.

My ink-soaked heart could write your name across the sky a thousand times more than the stars that decorate the velvet night.