“Mrs Prentice: Are you ashamed of the fact that you write to strange men?
Prentice: There's nothing furtive in my relationship with the editor of The Guardian.”

What the Butler Saw (1969), Act I

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English playwright and author 1933–1967

Joe Orton (1933–1967) English playwright and author

What the Butler Saw (1969), Act I

“The parody is the last refuge of the frustrated writer. Parodies are what you write when you are associate editor of the Harvard Lampoon.”

Ernest Hemingway (1899–1961) American author and journalist

The greater the work of literature, the easier the parody. The step up from writing parodies is writing on the wall above the urinal.
Pt. 1, Ch. 4
Papa Hemingway (1966)

“2) Never be embarrased or ashamed about anything you choose to write. (Think of this before you send it to a market)”

Larry Niven (1938) American writer

Niven's Laws, Niven's Laws For Writers

“The parody is the last refuge of the frustrated writer. Parodies are what you write when you are associate editor of the Harvard Lampoon. The greater the work of literature, the easier the parody. The step up from writing parodies is writing on the wall above the urinal.”

Ernest Hemingway (1899–1961) American author and journalist

Pt. 1, Ch. 4
Papa Hemingway (1966)

“Strangely, some songs you really don't want to write.”

David Bowie (1947–2016) British musician, actor, record producer and arranger

Livewire interview (2002)
Context: Strangely, some songs you really don't want to write. I didn't like writing "Heathen". There was something so ominous and final about it. It was early in the morning, the sun was rising and through the windows I could see two deer grazing down below in the field. In the distance a car was driving slowly past the reservoir and these words were just streaming out and there were tears running down my face. But I couldn't stop, they just flew out. It's an odd feeling, like something else is guiding you, although forcing your hand is more like it.