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The Musing Quill

A Blog on Writing, Poetry, Stories and Books.

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Bookish Escapades

As the poems go…

As the poems go into the thousands you realize that you've created very little. It comes down to the rain, the sunlight, the traffic, the nights and the days of the years, the faces. Leaving this will be easier than... Continue Reading →

A Dog’s Heart – An Excerpt

With Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov has enchanted this reader's mind, eternally. The deities and devils both, must have been on his side, when he created Master and Margarita, for the kind of masterpiece it is. Soon after M&M, I... Continue Reading →

Everything’s Eventual: An Excerpt

Creativity is like a hand at the end of your arm. But a hand has many fingers, doesn’t it?” “Well, at least five.” “Think of those fingers as abilities. A creative person may write, paint, sculpt, or think up math... Continue Reading →

Dr. Zhivago – An Excerpt

What I have come to like best in the whole of Russian literature is the childlike Russian quality of Pushkin and Chekhov, their modest reticence in such high-sounding matters as the ultimate purpose of mankind or their own salvation. It... Continue Reading →

Neil Gaiman on the Future of Libraries

It's only natural I feel that as a lover of books, one gets caught up in bookish currents no matter where, no matter how. Yesterday at work, I was hankering for a much-needed escapade from routine and I started reading... Continue Reading →

So You Want To Be A Writer?

If it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. If you have to sit... Continue Reading →

Franz Kafka on Reading

“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will... Continue Reading →

The Book Lover

She read books. Devoured the words. Let sentences consume her. Drowned in the writer's thoughts, she experienced a liberation she long sought. ♥ She read books. Wallowed in their magic. Allowed the stories to fill the gaping holes. And heal... Continue Reading →

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