A note to the literary prodigies:
We know why you said it.
The Honest Man
You write for people like us. You have got too many followers. But the snobs won’t take you seriously. Their noses are so high that when they sneeze the ceiling gets wet. You don’t know if you want to laugh or cry over it. Actually, you are not bothered, and eventually you make a statement on what you are.
The world adores you, but you can’t stand yourself. Whatever echoes within yourself doesn’t take shape the way you want. You are still brilliant, but you simply won’t accept it.
The Modest and the Refined
Good Sir, thou knowest thy worth, but thou art too humble to say it. Modesty forbids what the law does not. In the name of polite and noble behavior, you are unkind to yourself.
The Sarcastic Intellectual
We knew you were good; there was no need for double entendre. Save it for your enemies mate; we are on your side. Respect.
The I-know-my-cards Guy
You aren’t Shakespeare and you’re happy about it. You got something else to offer and you know the readers will jump at it. Bravo to the no-nonsense marketing bloke.
For whatever reason you said it, you were damn right. You know, we’re all trying to make a point.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend’em your ears. Let the Litterateurs speak.
“It took me fifteen years to discover I had no talent for writing, but I couldn’t give it up because by that time I was too famous.” — Robert Benchley
“I can’t change overnight into a serious literary author. You can’t compare apples to oranges. William Faulkner was a great literary genius. I am not.” — John Grisham
“I am the literary equivalent of a Big Mac and Fries.” — Stephen King
“I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.” — Gustave Flaubert
“It was dishonorable enough that I perverted art for money. I then topped that felony by becoming, as I say, fabulously well-to-do. Well, that’s just too damn bad for me and for everybody. I’m completely in print, so we’re all stuck with me and stuck with my books.” — Kurt Vonnegut
“A conglomerate heap of trash, that’s what I am. But it burns with a high flame.” — Ray Bradbury
“I must have a prodigious quantity of mind; it takes me as much as a week sometimes to make it up.” – Mark Twain
“Lolita is famous, not I. I am an obscure, doubly obscure, novelist with an unpronounceable name.” — Vladimir Nabokov
“I have been successful probably because I have always realized that I knew nothing about writing and have merely tried to tell an interesting story entertainingly.” — Edgar Rice Burroughs