Quotes by : Chila Woychik

Writing is making love under a crescent moon: I see shadows of what’s to come, and it’s enough; I....

When I pour a bowl of Uncle Sam’s cereal, I never know if I should stand when I eat, salute it first,....

Oh God, for a few who will love me in tiny ways every single day of my flashing existence. For a mere....

Writing is a beast to tame, an energy to transform. Whip that toad into a prince and French kiss it to....

I’ve had a fountain pen surgically implanted in my left index finger to save trouble. My body is tattooed....

I was a late bloomer. I was still naïve about what 16 year olds today have known for years. I remember....

The Page awaits the Inspiration even as Inspiration roams the world of man, seeking a Page upon which....

I see an actress smoking a cigarette in an old Fred McMurray movie. She’s clever and beautiful and....

Writing makes me hard, like a fisherman, and brown from the heat. Tossing out and reeling in is a job....

A mist rises from a nearby mound. It could be me, that mist, or simply the caretaker’s mower-dust.....