Of all the arts in which the wise excel,
Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.
-John Sheffield
The Light of Writing
I've never known a writer who didn't feel ill at ease in the world...
We all feel unhoused in some sense.
That's part of why we write.
We feel we don't fit in, that this world is not our world,
that though we may move in it, we're not of it...
You don't need to write a novel if you feel at home in the world.
-Andrea Barrett
We all feel unhoused in some sense.
That's part of why we write.
We feel we don't fit in, that this world is not our world,
that though we may move in it, we're not of it...
You don't need to write a novel if you feel at home in the world.
-Andrea Barrett
I believe one writes
because one has to create a world in which one can live.
I could not live in any of the world offered to me...
I had to create a world of my own,
like a climate, a country, an atmosphere
in which I could breathe, reign and recreate myself
when destroyed by living.
That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.
-Anais Nin
because one has to create a world in which one can live.
I could not live in any of the world offered to me...
I had to create a world of my own,
like a climate, a country, an atmosphere
in which I could breathe, reign and recreate myself
when destroyed by living.
That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.
-Anais Nin
We write to heighten our own awareness of life.
We write to lure and enchant and console others.
We write to serenade our lovers.
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection.
We write, like Proust, to render all of it eternal,
and to persuade ourselves that it is eternal.
We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it.
We write to teach ourselves to speak with others,
to record the journey into the labyrinth.
We write to expand our world when we feel strangled,
or constricted, or lonely.
-Anais Nin
We write to lure and enchant and console others.
We write to serenade our lovers.
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection.
We write, like Proust, to render all of it eternal,
and to persuade ourselves that it is eternal.
We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it.
We write to teach ourselves to speak with others,
to record the journey into the labyrinth.
We write to expand our world when we feel strangled,
or constricted, or lonely.
-Anais Nin
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