The writer doesn’t write for the reader. He doesn’t write for himself, either. He writes to serve…something. Somethingness. The somethingness that is sheltered by the wings of nothingness — those exquisite, enveloping, protecting wings.
— Joy WilliamsI love writing poetry because it's pretty. I love writing pretty.
— Richelle E. GoodrichCreate. Not for the money. Not for the fame. Not for the recognition. But for the pure joy of creating something and sharing it.
— Ernest BarbaricThat's what we storytellers do. We restore order with imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.
— Kelly Marcel & Sue SmithI write because, as wonderful as life is - and it is truly wonderful - it isn't enough. It does not, for example, contain dragons. I find this unsatisfactory. So I read. And I write.
— Laini TaylorWhy do I write? Out of fear. Out of fear that the memory of the people I write about might go lost. Out of fear that the memory of myself might get lost. Or even just to be shielded by a story, to slip inside a story and stop being recognizable, controllable, subject to blackmail.
— Fabrizio de André