Poetic Quote by Kevin Ansbro Download Open image ““Writing should beguile us, not just take us from A to B to Zzzzz”” — Kevin Ansbro ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.6 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Poetic Prose Writers Writing
“Writing is a way of remaking the world, both for the writer and reader.” — Mark Rubinstein Copy Share Image
“writing can be used as a vehicle to express ourselves as we negotiate the journey through our lives.” — Kelly Gallagher Copy Share Image
“Writing is like life, the achievement’s all in the journey, not the destination.” — R.L. Bartram Copy Share Image
“Writing is about bringing words together to fullfill a purpose!!” — Angela Y. Hodge Copy Share Image
“For me, personally, the point of writing is to connect me to this world, to my fellow humans. We are all miles apart. We… — Matt Haig Copy Share Image
“All we can do is write, but its up to the reader to decide if we wrote masterpieces or empty silliness, and there is… — Uma Nnenna Copy Share Image
“Writing is like eating Jelly with chopsticks. You know where you want the food to go, but you just can't get it there.” — Joanne McDonnell Copy Share Image
“The highest privilege of being a writer is being able to say, 'open your mind to me and I'll take you to another world.” — Alexei Maxim Russell Copy Share Image
“The writer's job is to turn the unspeakable into words - not just any words, but, if you can, into rhythm and blues.” — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
“Within the pages of books, I've journeyed to Mandalay, the Milky Way and Santa Fe, without once having to leave my armchair.” — Kevin Ansbro Copy Share Image
“Don't bite the hand that feeds you - especially if you're dining alone.” — Kevin Ansbro Copy Share Image
“The start of a new novel carried with it a sense of occasion, and the alphabets in Luna’s mind started to shuffle their letters… — Kevin Ansbro Copy Share Image
“To master magical realism, one must make the real seem unreal but, more importantly, make the unreal seem real.” — Kevin Ansbro Copy Share Image
“We each harbour a talent. It hibernates within us, snug yet eager, waiting for the first darling buds of opportunity to emerge.” — Kevin Ansbro Copy Share Image
One of the deepest and strangest of all human moods is the mood which will suddenly strike us perhaps in a garden at night, or deep in sloping meadows, the feeling that every flower and leaf has just uttered something stupendously direct and important, and that we have by a prodigy of imbecility not heard or understood it. There is… — Anonymous Copy Share
Jazz is not something that can be defined through blunt instruments. It is much more poetic than that. — Pat Metheny Copy Share Image
Generous in spirit, richly poetic, and packed with memorable characters. — Lawrence Millman Copy Share Image
“There was a strange exciting smell in the air - the smell of wine, cigar smoke, and perfume, mingled with the scent of the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
As to London we must console ourselves with the thought that if life outside is less poetic than it was in the days of… — Goldwin Smith Copy Share Image
Woody Allen is a genius. His films are wonderful. He's poetic, but he's also a critic. He artfully steps back from a social setting… — Mel Brooks Copy Share Image
I'm saying that the domain of poetry includes both oral & written forms, that poetry goes back to a pre-literate situation & would survive… — Jerome Rothenberg Copy Share Image
“The Estate of Solemnity By right, it reigns in its places- in long beards Of spanish moss hanging from a live oak On a windless evening, and in the chill of new Icicles rigidly, imperceptibly lengthening. Cavern Stalagmites are almost majestic with solemnity. The black morel and the tree ear mushroom Are solemn without grief, solemn without joy, Solemn without… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share
Suddenly the full long wail of a ship's horn surged through the open window and flooded the dim room - a cry of boundless, dark, demanding grief; pitch-black and glabrous as a whale's back and burdened with all the passions of the tides, the memory of voyages beyond counting, the joys, the humiliations: the sea was screaming. Full of the… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share
“When it has finished saying it, it no longer is. The longer it is in saying it, the more it can say it at… — Francis Ponge Copy Share Image
“Ere morning the storm had passed; and day broke through a cloudless east. Even if the sleeve of Aoyagi hid from her lover's eyes… — Lafcadio Hearn Copy Share Image
Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook! — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
