Ganningingham Quotes & Sayings

time. Take a lot of it at the beginning of the writing process. I'm not talking about hours or even days. I'm talking about weeks. Don't make the amateurish mistake of getting a hot premise and immediately running off to write scenes. You'll get twenty to thirty pages into the story and run into a dead end you can't escape. — John Truby

All those who love know exactly the limit they're prepared to go to. They know exactly what is required. — Nadeem Aslam

Even now I cannot help feeling that it is a mistake to think that the passion one feels in creation is ever really shown in the work one creates. — Oscar Wilde

Well? Sanford prompted. She looked at him.

"Well what?"

"What was the point? Why did you do this?"

She stared at him in obvious confusion. "I wanted to help."

"Shouldn't that count for something? — R. Lee Smith

Ron agreed, with the sole proviso that their next move took them within reach of a bacon sandwich. — J.K. Rowling

How do we know Stephanie's not just watering a friend's plants?"
"Oh, she's watering his plants all right," said Keane.
"Congratulations," I said. "That's the worst euphemism for intercourse I've ever heard."
"No," said Keane. "Intercourse is the worst euphemism for intercourse you've ever heard. Normal people call it fucking. — Robert Kroese

The earth has grown a nervous system, and it's us. — Daniel Dennett

Do every act of your life as if it were your last. — Marcus Aurelius

I glance around at the nest we have made, at the floorboards polished by our bare feet, at the continents of stain on the ceiling like an old and all-wrong discoverer's map, at the earnestly bloated canvases I conscientiously cover with great streaks straining to say what even I am begining to suspect is the unsayable thing, and I grow frightened. — John Updike

Believers in aristocracy and socialism share a faith in centralized rule, in rule by command rather than by voluntary cooperation. — Milton Friedman

He didn't like the way things were going.
There were bad omens in the wind, evil portents like bats fluttering in the dark loft of a deserted barn. — Stephen King