Kings Quote by Cynthia Weil

“He'd told her she wouldn't have to do anything but lie on the big down sofa in the front room and read all day,…

— Ann Patchett

“Right? Or is writing like everything else in my life where I don't quite measure up? Loved, but not quite the Gabrielle they had…

— Stephanie Morrill

She stayed up all night crying and ripping out all the pages in her notebook filled with his name only to hear the next…

— Cuts And Scars

“On the night she died and they took her away, her husband collapsed, and in his sleep he heard her—she was there, and she…

— Ludmilla Petrushevskaya

“She ate toast in bed, then reread a favorite book, taking comfort from a story where she knew the outcome would be good and…

— Sarah Mayberry

“Writing had become a constant partner. She had become my muse. The moments of my madness made me crave her. She was the reason…

— Avijeet Das

“I wasn't writing home. I wasn't writing a death letter, either. I was writing a death journal, a piece of fiction meant for my…

— Clint Van Winkle

She was sitting cross-legged on her bed in her white kimono, writing in a notebook with an ink pen she dipped in a bottle.…

— Janet Fitch

I was married a few times, and one of my husbands was jealous of me writing.

— Maya Angelou

“Writing had always helped her, before. It always clarified her feelings and her thoughts, and she never felt like she could understand something fully…

— Lisa Scottoline

If she were a writer she would collect her pencils and notebooks and favourite cat and write in bed. Strangers and lovers would never…

— Michael Ondaatje

“She wanted to write to him. Tell him she was glad he was back, that he was alive, that he was home and safe.…

— Jamie Weise