Tanith Lee Quotes About Writing

Quotes about: Writing

• I like writing about women, weak and strong, pathetic and heroic. I like writing about men, ditto. And all the variants of men and women, beasts and demons.

  Tanith Lee

  Strong, Writing, Men

• If they had said my writing wasn't good enough, fair enough, that's an opinion. But to say it's too complex is to insult the intelligence of the so-called young.

  Tanith Lee

  Writing, Opinion, Comeback

• Writing is writing, and stories are stories. Perhaps the only true genres are fiction and nonfiction. And even there, who can be sure?

  Tanith Lee

  Writing, Scary, Atheism

• I submitted manuscripts to publishers. This was not so much a feeling that I should be published as a wish to escape the feared and hated drudgery of normal work.

  Tanith Lee

  Writing, Feelings, Wish

• I just love writing. It's magical, it's somewhere else to go, it's somewhere much more dreadful, somewhere much more exciting. Somewhere I feel I belong, possibly more than in the so-called real world.

  Tanith Lee

  Real, Writing, Somewhere Else

• I must suppose that reading wonderful writers may, inadvertently, teach an avid reader a great deal -- not only about life and other matters, but about how to write. Therefore doubtless I have benefited from frequent immersions in the glowing genius of others. It would be nice to think so. (I do actually think so). But to improve my skills will never be the prompting force of my reading -- that's just literary lust.

  Tanith Lee

  Nice, Reading, Writing

• I've been criticised for writing in too complex a manner for younger people.

  Tanith Lee

  Writing, People, Complexes

• I was born in North London in 1947. I didn't learn to read until I was almost 8-partly bad schooling, and partly I suspect slight dyslexic problems. My father, driven mad by this, taught me to read. At 9 I began writing.

  Tanith Lee

  Father, Writing, Mad

• For me, everyone I write of is real. I have little true say in what they want, what they do or end up as (or in). Their acts appall, enchant, disgust or astound me. Their ends fill me with retributive glee, or break my heart. I can only take credit (if I can even take credit for that) in reporting the scenario. This is not a disclaimer. Just a fact.

  Tanith Lee

  Real, Writing, Heart

  Innsmouth Free Press Interview, www.innsmouthfreepress.com.

• Im writing what comes into my head, or through me, or from somewhere else, and it is the most extraordinary, exciting thing. I love it, and Im very greedy, and I really enjoy it!

  Tanith Lee

  Writing, Somewhere Else, Things I Love

• I simply write what I want, wish, long to write.... The state of human life and the god or demon within. The constant internal war that being alive can conjure.

  Tanith Lee

  War, Writing, Long

• If anyone ever wonders why there's nothing coming from me, it's not my fault. I'm doing the work. No, I haven't deteriorated or gone insane. Suddenly, I just can't get anything into print. And apparently I'm not alone in this. There are people of very high standing, authors who are having problems. So I have been told. In my own case, the more disturbing element is the editor-in-chief who said to me, "I think this book is terrific. It ought to be in print. I can't publish it -- I've been told I mustn't." The indication is that I'm not writing what people want to read, but I never did.

  Tanith Lee

  Book, Writing, Thinking

  "Tanith Lee : Love & Death & Publishers", www.locusmag.com. April 1998.

• It's very selfish when I write. I'm not aware, ever, of writing for another person; I'm not even really aware of writing for myself.

  Tanith Lee

  Selfish, Writing, Selfishness

• Some writers, of course, simply write, as they feel they are driven to do, by outer/inner inspirations. If, after the work is written and, hopefully, published, others respond -- that is the Champagne. But we, or some of us, don't write for the Champagne. We write because we write.

  Tanith Lee

  Inspiration, Writing, Driven

• Now, writing every day, and being paid for it and encouraged to do it, it was as if, in the midst of the clich?d dark and stormy night, I found the magical inn, its windows golden lit, and Summer was due to start tomorrow. I can only work at one thing well. Deprive me of that, and my "back-up plan," even now, will be the empty, stormy, darkened heath -- where, incidentally, even unpublished, somehow I'll still be writing.

  Tanith Lee

  Summer, Writing, Dark

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