I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter—they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath

The strange and terrible thing coming clear to her about the world of the future, as she now pictured it, was that she would not exist there. She would only walk around, and open her mouth and speak, and do this and that. She would not really be there…. What would she care about? How would she know that she was alive?

from Runaway by Alice Munro

All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives lies a mystery. Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.

George Orwell

I am not a person to say the words out loud
I think them strongly, or let them hunger from the page:
know it from there, from my silence, from somewhere other
than my tongue
      the quiet love
      the silent rage

Keri Hulme, from “Against the Small Evil Voices” (via stuckupteen)

(via journalofanobody)

In the brute physical world, and the one encompassed by medicine, there are all too many things that could kill you, don’t kill you, and then leave you considerably weaker.

Christopher Hitchens

Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because the moment simply is.

from Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut

There is always something left to love.

Gabbriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.

Thomas Mann, Essays of Three Decades