Carla H Krueger Quotes
Carla H Krueger Quote of the day
When I write, I write obsessively. I try to pace myself, but some fires are too hot to put out.
She was not alone in her respect for him. Because he is more than a boss to people. He’s a religion for non-believers.
When people say, 'you're so young to be a writer, ' I always reply, 'I started young because I've got a lot to write.
Someone asked me, 'How do you write a book?' I said, 'I live with a pen in one hand.
Books are like rivers, meandering this way and that, but taking us on a steady, flowing course to somewhere different.
Lyrics paved my teenage route to loving words. I take those passionate mini-stories with me everywhere.
I’m much more than a writer – I’m someone who puts different words together in an interesting way.
I do not do free e-books. I occasionally like to eat that thing you people call "food".
People love books because they're searching for answers to deep, unconscious questions - and books get as close as it's possible to get.
Bravery isn't brandishing a sword. It's standing your moral ground and letting others try their best to take you down.
There are some great, subversive female writers out there. Gender should not affect anything. It does, but it shouldn't.
There are books that change our perspectives and books that change our personalities.
People who love reading get an instantly warm feeling in their bellies when they hear others describe getting comfortable with a good book.
When I read a daring book or listen to rebellious music, I feel like I've found what freedom really means.
He had become the sky around the sun – alive, but not really there.
When a person sets out to learn from others and not to teach others he becomes a true writer.
Reality was dawning on him and he hated reality. If you were him, so would you.
No matter what the good boys tell you, criminality is not a level playing field.
First time I ever put pen to paper, I had one goal – to build something no one had ever thought of before.
The breeze around them seemed to drop – dead – like a door to the best things had just closed.
Trap yourself inside your own brain, switch off the light, block all the escape routes, then turn your back on everything you know to be reality and try and survive there. Try. Living. Nowhere.
Time is not an enemy as such, but a missing person, sending cryptic postcards from the past.
Most people assume I write at night because of the kind of books I write, but I can shut out the light with my mind.
A silence absorbed them both – a lack of sound so potent it blackened the place with something richer than hate.
The only difference between writers and people who don't write is that writers aren't afraid to display their demons.
She heard him speak, but did not recognise the problem in his voice – only later did she realise it was that thing he’d been concealing – known as guilt.
I always feel anxious if anyone’s close to uncovering my secrets.
