After all, what was the whole wide world but a place for people to yearn for their heart’s impossible desires, for those desires to become entrenched in defiance of logic, plausibility, and even the passage of time, as eternal as polished marble.
— Richard Russo
Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
— Henry Ward Beecher
I don’t think people read poetry because they’re interested in the poet. I think they’re read poetry because they’re interested in themselves.
— Billy Collins
In certain ways writing is a form of prayer.
— Denise Levertov
The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it.
— ― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.
— Roald Dahl