What matters is not publication or success (success is bad for your prose) but the practice of the imaginative act. Our damaged values depend on it.
Janet BurrowayGood girls like myself need subversion. Being solemn, I aspire to comedy. Being a novelist, I aspire to the musical. Being organized, I aspire to luminous chaos. Loving the power of grammar and the fine distinctions of language, I seek the part of the mind I didn't know was there, the part 'sheer,' 'no-manfathomed,' 'cliffs of fall.
Janet BurrowayRight now-whether you're in writing courses getting "paid" in credit for writing, or burdened and distracted by earning a living and changing diapers-figure out how to make writing an integral part of your life. Publication is good, and gives you the courage to go on, but publication is not as important as the act of writing.
Janet BurrowayI sit and pass judgment on myself: this is dull, this is unclear, this is insignificant: ergo I am dull, I am unclear, I am insignificant.
Janet BurrowayThe mystique and the false glamour of the writing profession grow partly out of a mistaken belief that people who can express profound ideas and emotions have ideas and emotions more profound than the rest of us. It isn't so. The ability to express is a special gift with a special craft to support it and is spread fairly equally among the profound, the shallow, and the mediocre.
Janet BurrowayMost writing is done between the mind and the hand, not between the hand and the page.
Janet BurrowayIf character is the foreground of fiction, setting is the background, and as in a painting's composition, the foreground may be in harmony or in conflict with the background.
Janet BurrowayThe only justification for writing a novel is that it should be wonderful. Adequate is inadequate.
Janet BurrowayThe human desire to know why is as powerful as the desire to know what happened next, and it is a desire of a higher order.
Janet BurrowayIn literature only trouble is interesting. It takes trouble to turn the great themes of life into a story: birth, love, sex, work, and death.
Janet Burroway