Top 22 A.A. Patawaran Quotes
#1. The only reason you can't write is because you don't.
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#2. Real is overrated
No way in my life is that the gist
I'd be everything I am not
If I were a fictionist
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#3. I read for pleasure
In search of fictional worlds
To enrich my truths
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#4. Our body does get old, but our spirit, never. If we write well enough, we might even live forever.
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#5. Does my soul suffer
When my body breaks down
When I feel mortal
When my body is weak
Does the soul rejoice
The end is near
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#6. Every story is a ride to some place and time other than here and now. Buried in an armchair, reclined on a couch, prostrate on your bed, or glued to your desk, you can go places and travel through time.
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#7. A world without adjectives would still have the sun rising and setting, the flowers blooming, the trees bearing fruits, the birds singing, and the bees stinging.
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#8. Write in pictures. With your words, let the reader see not letters, but images. Be specific about every detail, but don't describe it
make it happen on the page, if you were writing fiction, or make it happen over again, if you were writing about history or some recent event.
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#9. Sound gives life to our words just as well as the images they conjure up and the sound is there, whether or not we read them aloud.
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#10. And because the world is too big and time is too short and you only have one life to live, read!
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#11. A deadline gets a writer's work done done better and faster than any inspiration, if only because inspirations don't always come, but the deadline is always there.
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#12. I can't remember the poem
That pierced through my heart
It was the saddest I heard
Of all truths ever spoken
It left a scar in me
A wound that doesn't heal
But the words are forgotten
So is a big part of me
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#13. I exaggerate
There is a lie in my truth
Look! My soul is blue
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#14. Grammar to a writer is to a mountaineer a good pair of hiking boots or, more precisely, to a deep-sea diver an oxygen tank.
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#15. To read a poem
Is to see light where there is darkness
Is to hear silence where there is noise
Is to dance where there is no music
Is to sing where the only instrument is words
And the stirring, impassioned pauses
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#16. But the sun will rise the day after tomorrow
A millennium without us silences our last echo
To tiny fragments even our plastics are reduced
In Eden Reincarnate all life but ours is renewed
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#17. I crouch in corners
The infection is widespread
Love epidemic
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#18. A blank page is no empty space. It is brimming with potential ... It is a masterpiece in waiting
yours.
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#19. Words are music to the ears, alone or together, with or without melody.
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#20. The heart is a repository of emotions
real, imagined, and invented, owned and borrowed, past, present, future
and there in your chest, operating at an average of 80 beats per minute at rest, is a heart that has stories to tell.
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#21. Blank pages are cruel
Pure torture in white or beige
But how else to start
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#22. No music in the raindrops
No clouds with silver lining
Torrents of sorrows
Horror in streams
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