Through our reading we can travel to other times and other places, into other peoples minds and hearts and souls: it is a transcendent experience.
Through our reading we can travel to other times and other places, into other peoples minds and hearts and souls: it is a transcendent experience.
But the truth is, it's not the idea, it's never the idea, it's always what you do with it."(Online journal entry for January 31, 2009)
He reflected. 'I know a lot of different kids of people; what I want is to show each of them how the others really are. You hear so many lies!
That's how it is with art. Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o'clock in the morning are incapable of such writing.
I gradually realized that I was seeing another example of creative ebb, another step by another art on the road that may indeed end in extinction.
It's in my blood, as magic is in yours." His mouth is still smiling, but his tone is somber. "I couldn't stop writing even if I wanted to.
Since I had started to break down all my writing and get rid of all facility and try to make instead of describe, writing had been wonderful to do.
The real Julian Wells didn't die in a cherry-red convertible, overdosing on a highway in Joshua Tree while a choir soared over the sound track.
For writing a first draft requires from the writer a peculiar internal state which ordinary life does not induce. ... how to set yourself spinning?
A young writer is easily tempted by the allusive and ethereal and ironic and reflective, but the declarative is at the bottom of most good writing.
There is nothing quite like this novel with its rage and ragings, its discontent and angry restlessness. Wuthering Heights is a virgin's story.
When the door to my writing chamber gasps shut and the almost imperceptible sigh of a rose petal falls on my desk, I know that my muse is present.
Every word Martone sets down, finally, a choice that limits the universe, their trail across the page a fossil record of some life's life-story.
He thought that the rose was to be found in its own eternity and not in his words; and that we may mention or allude to a thing, but not express it.
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