Writing is my salvation. If I didn't write, what would I do?

Writing is my primary way of expressing myself.

Writing is my only interest. Even speaking is an interruption.

Writing is my obsession, my passion. My relationship with it is one of the most complex and agonizing and richly vexing that I have in my life.

Writing is my number one passion. I've written two novels. I've written a screenplay. I also write short stories and poetry.

Writing is my job. I don't think of it as art.

Writing is much, much harder than taking pictures because you have to man-haul it all out of your insides.

Writing is much more satisfying on a certain level than acting ever was. Because you're not interpreting someone else's original idea, you can come up with your own.

Writing is mostly a case of mood management. The emotion you have is not absolute, it is temporary. It may be useful, but it is not the truth. It is not you.

Writing is more than just the making of a series of comprehensible statements: it is the gathering in of connotations; the harvesting of them, like blackberries in a good season, ripe and heavy, snatched from among the thorns of logic.

Writing is more than anything a compulsion, like some people wash their hands thirty times a day for fear of awful consequences if they do not. It pays a whole lot better than this type of compulsion, but it is no more heroic.

Writing is more like dancing than thinking as one's fingers move lithely across the keys.

Writing is more about imagination than anything else. I fell in love with words. I fell in love with storytelling.

Writing is mentally stimulating; it's like a puzzle that makes you think all the time.

Writing is medicine. It is an appropriate antidote to injury. It is an appropriate companion for any difficult change.

Writing is manual labor of the mind: a job, like laying pipe.

Writing is manual labor of the mind -- like laying pipe.

Writing is making sense of life. You work your whole life and perhaps you've made sense of one small area.

Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink. Drink and be filled up.