“One thing I knew about the novelist’s task: when in doubt, write; when empty, write; when afraid, write. Nothing is more impenetrable than the blank page. The blank page is the void, the absence of sense and feeling, the white light of literary death.”
“Tomorrow, is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one.”
“I write what I want to read. If I were to write what I know, I'd be staring at a blank page forever.”
“The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.”
“When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages, a sick sense of failure falls on me, and I know I can never do it. Then gradually, I write one page and then another. One day's work is all I can permit myself to contemplate.”
“A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.”