#Writer

"A writer always writes."

"My hands could be considered deadly weapons. You see, I write with both of them."

"All you have to do is put one word after another, and remember how great it feels to be a writer."

"I think I’m mouth blind and that’s why all food tastes bland. The only things that have any flavor are the words I love you."

"The Book of Life, I’m still writing it—both literally and literarily. So far I’ve written the Table of Contents. Right now it’s more of a coffee table."

"Cervantes is the most important Spanish writer. But he is not the most representative of the Spanish. His irony, his sense of humor - they are too subtle to seem Spanish."

"When I go off the grid, my main source of light will be fireflies. Oh, and the glow that will come from the epic love poem I am writing for you."

"Closed eyes cannot see the light"

"New Year - a new chapter, new verse, or just the same old story ? Ultimately we write it. The choice is ours."

"But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic."

"It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle."

"The greatest adventure is to have no fear for the blaze that lies ahead."

"I type on my keyboard like I’m Beethoven on the piano. My words may be silent in the air, but they ring as music in my mind while I write."

"I would probably work with Drake as he is massively inspirational to me as a writer as well as an artist. If not him, then Susan Boyle!"

"Tweeting is talking into the abyss, filling a void in your life by avoiding real human contact."

"It’s not: I jumped in, and it was cold. No. It was cold, and I jumped in. Always arrange a sentence so you appear to be fearless, when in fact you are far less than fearless—you are clueless."

"She was broken from moment to moment, watching her world collide she felt lost inside herself. She fell apart for a passion that flamed beneath her. She waited and died a hundred times, it dripped from her pores. The moment she let go, she soared over the stillness like the star she was born to be."

"Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience."

"Instead of reciting her an original love poem using words, I think I’ll use my tongue to more creatively explore the deepest parts of her."

"You’ll drown in my love story, if I ever write it using a fountain pen."