#writ

Gillian had bought the table and chairs and beds, the whole of the family furniture second-hand weekly down in the open air second hand stalls on Dublin quay. The women who ran these stalls were called the Shawlie Maggies and they saw her bruises and heard the stories of her husband the local drunk and gambler, the husband from hell and gave her cheaply some second hand clothes and some fruit and vegetables for the kids and herself. It was for Gillian and the kids a tough life with many disappointments. Despite this Gillian had a solid head on her shoulders and a great sense of humour and this got her through the worst of times. ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#honey-trap #irish-writer #family

Well I had the perfect job, perfect house and perfect family and I didn’t know it. I kept striving for more. ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#honey-trap #irish-writer #family

And, as always, I thank my family who are an amazing network of support. ↗

— Laisha Rosnau

#blood-relations #fear #fishing #hopelessness #the-real-writing

I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip. ↗

— John Kennedy Toole

#dip #dunce #food #history #writing

No matter what your age or your life path, whether making art is your career or your hobby or your dream, it is not too late or too egotistical or too selfish or too silly to work on your creativity. ↗

— Julia Cameron

#writing #age

Whores and writers, Mahound. We are the people you can't forgive. ↗

— Salman Rushdie

#writers #forgiveness

Early on I set out to write the next Great American Novel, and then later on I set out the silverware and enjoyed my dinner in silence. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#dinner #eat #food #great-american-novel #silence

I want to write the world’s worst cookbook, which I’ll title: “The World’s Worst Cookbook.” It’ll feature recipes from “Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich” (peanut butter, jelly, and bread), to “Roasted Roadkill and Hitchhiker’s Surprise” (this recipe is a secret concoction handed down from my great grandfather to my grandfather, who told it to my dad just before he ran him over).
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— Jarod Kintz

#cooking #food #hitchhiker #recipes #roadkill

I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like child stringing beads in kindergarten, - happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another. ↗

— Brenda Ueland

#another #beads #byron #child #feel

You have to taste a culture to understand it. ↗

— Deborah Cater

#travel #travel-writing #food