Lovers who love truly do not write down their happiness.
If you don’t like someone’s story, write your own.
Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.
- Yasin Yildiz

- Yasin Yildiz

For every four lines I write of a paper, I take a half hour break.

I used to be a productive person. Then I met Tumblr.

A classic is a book that doesn’t have to be written again.
An autobiography is an obituary in serial form with the last installment missing.
I am a drinker with writing problems.
The Atlantic MonthlyAugust 29, 1949Dear Mr. Vonnegut:We have been carrying out our usual summer house-cleaning of the manuscripts on our anxious bench and in the file, and among them I find the three papers which you have shown me as samples of your work. I am sincerely sorry that no one of them seems to us well adapted to for our purpose. Both the account of the bombing of Dresden and your article, “What’s a Fair Price for Golden Eggs?” have drawn commendation although neither one is quite compelling enough for final acceptance.Our staff continues fully manned so I cannot hold out the hope of an editorial assignment, but I shall be glad to know that you have found a promising opening elsewhere.Faithfully yours, (Signed, ‘Edward Weeks’)

The Atlantic Monthly

August 29, 1949

Dear Mr. Vonnegut:

We have been carrying out our usual summer house-cleaning of the manuscripts on our anxious bench and in the file, and among them I find the three papers which you have shown me as samples of your work. I am sincerely sorry that no one of them seems to us well adapted to for our purpose. Both the account of the bombing of Dresden and your article, “What’s a Fair Price for Golden Eggs?” have drawn commendation although neither one is quite compelling enough for final acceptance.

Our staff continues fully manned so I cannot hold out the hope of an editorial assignment, but I shall be glad to know that you have found a promising opening elsewhere.

Faithfully yours, 

(Signed, ‘Edward Weeks’)

Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.
Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.
I am writing with my burnt hand about the nature of fire.