Books Quote by Umberto Eco

“In the meantime, a massive and frightening bleakness inside me kept expanding and rattling. Sometimes I wrote about it in my diary, sensing that…

— Ava Homa

“But this I can say for certain: though I did that cruel thing purposely, it was not an impulse from the heart, but camefrom…

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

“Dinginess is death to a writer. Filth, discomfort, hunger, cold, trauma and drama, don't matter a bit.”

— Jeanette Winterson

“I could not stand it, neither the words on the page nor what they told me about myself. My neck and teeth began to…

— Dorothy Allison

“I was nearing a familiar point where I’ve descended through every level of madness and despair, and a certain calm takes over. I was…

— Matthew B. Crawford

“...I've been ripped off, lied to, slandered, gossiped about slapped, falsely accused, and had my truths not believed. I've had my heart broken, had…

— Jessica Page Morrell

“O, it ended in my having nothing to say, when I sat down to write. But sometimes, when I get hold of a book,…

— Elizabeth Gaskell

“Nothing leaves a scar upon an Authors heart more than a book they've written with purpose going unread.”

— Mark W Boyer

“For no reason that she could discern, she put down the novel and picked up her cell phone. She was lonely, yes, but had…

— Ron Parsons

“Perhaps it's my destiny to remain a bookkeeper forever, and for poetry and literature to remain simply butterflies that alight on my head and…

— Fernando Pessoa

“I don't sit here and make these stories up. They are delivered to me, over time, by some relentless and shadowy demand. Trust me,…

— Julian Lorr

“The sharp, superficial pain at being spoken to unkindly had obscured the deeper pain, which had not yet turned into something hard and heavy.”

— Olivia Sudjic