Who Kneads a Diction Airy?

I halve a spelling chequer

It came with my pea sea

It plainly marks for my revue

Miss stakes eye kin knot sea


As soon as a mist ache is maid

It nose bee fore two long

And eye can put the error rite

Its rare lea ever wrong


Eye strike a quay and then a word

And weight for it two say

Weather eye am wrong oar rite

It shows me strait a weigh


Eye have run this poem threw it

I’m shore your pleased to no

Its letter perfect all the weigh

My chequer tolled me sew


My spelling chequer will make shore

My righting is not sloppy

My edit or will never no

I do knot reed my copy!


Literary Quotes (Part 4)


“The only thing better than the smell of a new book is the smell of an old book, jacked in dust, soaked in memories, waiting to be remembered.” Josh de la Bruere (x)

“All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of reading in bed … No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.” Eugene Field; The Love Affairs of a Bibliomaniac (via wordpainting)

“I sleep with books.” (via writersflow)

“In the library I felt better, words you could trust and look at till you understood them, they couldn’t change half way through a sentence like people, so it was easier to spot a lie.” Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (via bookmania)

“Your first draft is a petulant teenager, sure it knows best, adamant that its Mother is wrong. Your third draft has emerged from puberty, realising that its Mother was right about everything.” Angeline Trevena (via writingbox)

“Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together—just the two of you.” E.B. White (via bookmania)

“End with an image and don’t explain.” Stanley Kunitz (via writingquotes)

“To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.” Emily Dickinson (via bookporn)

“You fail only if you stop writing.” Ray Bradbury (via 1000wordseveryday)

“I felt sorry when I came to the last page. I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you crawl through a fence.” Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“Reading is not a pastime. It’s a part of my life.” (via scuanias)