I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
Aimee BenderAimee Bender My ink-soaked heart could write your name across the sky a thousand times more than the stars that decorate the velvet night.
TMCTMC I am in total silence when I write.
Adriana TrigianiAdriana Trigiani Whenever a songwriter writes a big hit, then the next 20 songs they write – no matter how bad they are – get recorded.
Ahmet ErtegunAhmet Ertegun Except I’m aware that as a writer you can’t get away with as much writing for children as you can with adults.
Alan BradleyAlan Bradley I write and write and write, and then I edit it down to the parts that I think are amusing, or that help the storyline, or I’ll write a notebook full of ideas of anecdotes or story points.
Al YankovicAl Yankovic I see things written in the sky, Spelled out in plain and ordinary ways, even the unpoetic becomes magic when read next to you.
Melissa AndersonMelissa Anderson There was no reason to call or write letters. As it would have been meaningless, if we couldn’t hold each other tight.
Ai YazawaAi Yazawa His writing is that of someone whose whole life was spent in apartments, with lifts, stairwells, muffled voices behind closed doors, and sounds through walls.
Alan BennettAlan Bennett Writing isn’t a career choice. It’s self-medication that over time precipitates the madness it was meant to ward off.
Alain de BottonAlain de Botton We were dirt poor but we had each other. We didn’t need much to have a lot.
Brad NeatonBrad Neaton Always show kindness and love to others. Your words might be filling the empty places in someone else heart.
Alexander KandovAlexander Kandov One quick sip of your memory I let it slip, and I go on without you.
Emma SchippersEmma Schippers If the scars on my heart were visible to the naked eye, maybe you’d think twice about inflicting more.
Laura Natoli-KearneyLaura Natoli-Kearney I am getting better at forgetting you. I am slowly but steadily learning the art of forgetting you.
Juana GarciaJuana Garcia Paper and pen petrify me, for they pierce right through me, drawing deep blue blood, leaving me utterly cold.
Shreya JoshiShreya Joshi
Created by Minimalist Quotes